Shadow Slave

The Lost crowded near the entrance, staring at the grisly scene with grim expressions. Welthe was in the corridor. She was standing in the middle of the pool of blood, her fists clenched.

Sunny wasn't clear on who had discovered the bodies, since he only woke up due to the noise of everyone rushing to the door and the shine of the sparks of light as they summoned their weapons. He remained at the back of the crowd, using one of the shadows to study the corpses, and another to observe the surviving sentinels.

There was a thoughtful expression on his face.

'I wonder…'

Before he could finish the thought, Pierce appeared from behind the bend of the corridor, glanced at Welthe, shook his head briefly, and then growled at the Lost:

"What are you standing around for?! Clean up this mess and secure the perimeter! No one moves alone or in pairs, three people minimum! Be ready, the bastard might return at any minute!"

The soldiers glanced at each other, seeds of fear blooming in the depths of their eyes. Then, they silently got to work, following the Master's command.

Sunny lingered for a few moments, then returned to Cassie and sat down on his mattress.

The blind girl asked quietly:

"Who died? And how?"

He rubbed his face tiredly.

"The guards. One was the guy who had noticed my shadow back in the great hall. The other, I didn't know him. As to how… pretty much the same as everyone else. Butchered and cut to pieces…"

She thought for a bit, then frowned.

"And no one heard a thing?"

Sunny sighed.

really fast. Or his new vessel possesses an Aspect

remained silent for a bit,

"Anyway, you should prepare."

Cassie tilted her head.

what? Another

and purpose. However,

He looked down.

broke through the seals and got into

Sunny

the two strangers who had miraculously

Cassie gritted her teeth.

no reasonable way to pin

He chuckled.

with any of this? Reason

few seconds, rose to go

part of the hall that had been converted into a makeshift kitchen, many gazes followed him. Just as he

too, he put some porridge in the

'...Interesting.'

as crazed as Sunny had

him. Mordret had shown himself to be extremely cunning and meticulous, crafting such a masterful trap that even Sunny, who was an ingenious

sadistic way in which dozens of the Lost had been killed and the morbid displays of demented butchery that the prince had left in the halls of the Night Temple, however, were utterly impractical and did not fit into this image of a cold and calculating strategist at

to reveal his presence in the inner sanctum and sacrifice the invaluable advantage of surprise in

with heavy gazes, dark expressions contorting their

wanted them to be suspicious of each other, he wanted them to be tense

his ability to devour souls was not absolute, and required the victim to be… what? To be defeated? To surrender?