Shadow Slave

Suddenly, Noctis seemed… different.

He was still beaten, mangled, and covered in blood, but the sorcerer's presence subtly changed. If before it was faint and weakening, now, it became brimming with power, potency, and free-flowing energy.

Vast, furious… unrestrained.

And suffused with madness.

Despite the fact that Noctis was on his knees and crippled, he suddenly seemed terrifying. The morbid grin on his torn and disfigured face seemed more menacing than pitiful now. His one remaining eye glistened, reflecting the distant light of the crimson moon.

It was as though something that had been suppressing the sorcerer's true power all this time finally set him free.

Noctis inhaled deeply, and at the same, Solvane suddenly swayed. The hand she had used to crush his ribcage was still pressed against her body, blood streaming down on the red tunic.

Her beautiful eyes widened.

And then…

Something moved under her skin, making the War Maiden let out a pained scream.

She staggered back and looked at the kneeling sorcerer with a pale face.

"What… what have you done to me?"

Noctis smiled. His voice sounded hoarse and full of unfathomable emotion when he spoke:

"What else? I have fulfilled your most ardent wish, Solvane. I… have defeated you."

She stared at him in shock, then suddenly shuddered and let out another tortured scream. As drops of blood flew out of her mouth, the beautiful Transcendent stumbled and fell to her knees. Her sublime face was deathly pale and contorted by a grimace of terrible pain.

like that, their roles were reversed. The War

lingered for a moment, and then looked at the patch of

out, Sunless.

'What the hell...'

a few seconds, then assumed his corporeal

and starting to make sense. The magical circle in the sorcerer's residence, the river of blood that Noctis had fed to the soil below, the cracks on the stone floor, the tremors that had been running through

had awoken Sunny on his last night

turned and stared at the sorcerer, a harrowing

movement under her skin

this… thing? My…

Noctis smiled.

Yes, there is no point in trying to summon your Abilities. My little pet is a bit hungry for soul essence, you see. I've

terrible wounds covering it started to heal at an incredible pace. As Sunny watched, the bloody hole in the sorcerer's chest closed, his shattered ribs coalescing back into proper shape. His torn cheek was already

empty eye socket, slowly turning into a new

leaned forward,

powerful souls. The profane seed that eventually birthed it was created when the ashes of the Heart Grove mixed with Aidre's blood. You remember Aidre, don't you

seethed with boundless rage

glanced at the

the Sacred Grove and Aidre's blood. He had kept it in the ground beneath his residence for hundreds of years,

killed its Lady. All this time, the sorcerer was restrained by having to suppress the creature and prevent it from devouring

pale smile appeared

devious, patient… and ruthless vengeance Noctis had

or two from the

shriek. The skin on her face broke, and a thin, worm-like

let out a stifled

time… I am defeated…

teeth, and then suddenly smiled through the