Shadow Slave

Two days had passed after the battle with Mordret's previous vessel and the army of corpse puppets he had created with its help. Those of the wounded who had received light injuries were already back on their feet, but three of the sentinels were still in bad shape.

Their comrades were doing everything in their power to treat their wounds, but with every healer in the Citadel already dead, there was little that could be done to hasten the recovery. One of the corners of the hall was converted into an infirmary, where the three heavily injured sentinels rested and received care.

…In the morning, a piercing scream suddenly echoed between the black stone walls. Those who were sleeping jumped up, grabbing the weapons that they had kept summoned to be ready for an attack. Those who remained awake were already moving, rushing toward the source of the scream — the makeshift infirmary.

Sunny simply sat up on his mattress, a tense expression on his face.

There were three cots for the wounded, standing in a row along the wall. It was the Lost who occupied the middle one that was screaming, his face contorted by an expression of sheer terror.

The other two were dead.

Their throats were sliced open, blood streaming to the floor. Both were killed in their sleep, without alerting anyone around… as far away from the entrance to the hall as it was possible, right in the middle of the sentinels' camp.

The third one clearly could have been murdered as well, and had been left alive on purpose, as if to mock the Lost.

It was as though Mordret was telling them that no one was safe, and that he was perfectly capable of taking each of them whenever he pleased.

"W—what?!"

"How did he get inside?!"

"He might still be here!"

The Lost were on the verge of panicking, but in the end, their training and skill prevailed. Instead of descending into chaos, the situation inside the hall immediately turned into a coordinated action. Even before Peirce and Welthe arrived, the sentinels were already moving to stand in a defensive formation, weapons drawn and ready for battle.

The two Masters appeared mere seconds after the scream. They quickly assessed the situation and joined their soldiers, half of the Echoes moving closer, half barring the doors.

For a few moments, there was a tense silence in the stronghold of the Valor forces. The surviving sentinels waited tensely by the infirmary, while five empty-eyed Echoes blocked the exit.

There was no one else in the hall… except for Sunny and Cassie, who had not moved from the start of it all.

two of

Sunny's face twitched.

'Crap…'

Mordret aware of how these actions would affect the two of them? Was he trying to

was his endgame? How was he planning to deal with Saint Cormac in a few

defuse the situation, but one of the Lost

It must be

Sunny and Cassie were assaulted by a litany of cries,

single person could be reasoned with… but what he saw right now was not a group of people, but a massive

know reason, it only knew fear, and the desire to either escape or

there were very few things

After weeks of being hunted, slaughtered, and brutalized by the elusive

possessed the means to commit the murder unnoticed — simply for the fact that they had been watched this entire time, since no one really

to explain this was

quick look, their faces calm, but somber. At

His heartbeat slowed.

near the doors, the two Masters, the formation of the Lost, the dead sentinels laying

fight his way out of this place? And what would

moment that a sudden realization

His hand hovered in the air, as if ready to summon

cause a chain effect among the

a javelin at Sunny. Another drew

came of it,

instantly, Pierce growled, his voice easily

to attack?! Anyone who moves, I'll kill

time, Welthe turned into a blur and appeared in front of Sunny, catching the javelin before it could get anywhere near him. She looked at

Echoes standing in front of the sentinel formation suddenly turned, facing the Lost. Their empty eyes

beast of the human crowd. No matter how

than that, the easiest way to defeat fear was with a different, much greater

shouts abruptly stopped. The Lost hesitated, then hesitantly lowered their