Shadow Slave

A few minutes later, the atmosphere in the great hall suddenly changed. The hum of voices grew quiet, and many of the guests shifted, turning to a particular spot. As Sunny watched, a tall figure appeared on a wide balcony above them.

The man was strong and severe, with a sharp face and even sharper, cold eyes. His black hair was touched by silver at the temples. He was wearing an elegant attire that somehow looked like a suit of impregnable armor despite being made of nothing but black fabric. His vermilion cloak moved slightly, as if touched by invisible wind.

As soon as the man appeared, Sunny felt a considerable pressure descending on the hall. The dignified stranger radiated so much power and authority that it was hard not to admire him… or fear him. He was a Saint, without a doubt.

What was more, his features looked slightly like that of Mordret and Morgan. For a moment, Sunny thought that he was looking at Anvil of Valor himself… but no, that could not be. Although the familial likeness was there, it was not too pronounced. The mythical Sovereign was also not supposed to be able to enter the waking world easily, let alone openly show himself in public.

That would just go against everything that the Sovereigns did to remain in the shadows.

'This… must be Saint Madoc of Valor, also known as Whispering Blade.'

Saint Madoc was one of Anvil's siblings and the nominal leader of the great clan Valor. Of course, Sunny knew who truly called the shots… but the status of this powerful man was by no means for show. Whispering Blade was a legendary warrior and one of humanity's most formidable champions in his own right.

As the guests quieted down, Saint Madoc looked at them from above with his steely blue eyes, and then smiled slightly. Instantly, the pressure receded, making the mundane humans in the crowd sigh with relief.

Morgan's uncle spoke, his strong voice easily reaching into every corner of the great hall:

It is my honor and pleasure to welcome you all under our roof once again. In the past year, many things have happened. Some

Every year brought a lot of death to Awakened. Even Masters were not spared from that fate... this year,

had really happened, the absence of Saint Cormac was clearly felt by many. Transcendents were so exceedingly rare that the loss

turned somber, Whispering Blade's smile suddenly widened,

it pleases me to see many new faces among you. Humanity has grown stronger yet again! New heroes rose to carry the torch for those who had fallen in battle. With champions like these, our world has nothing to fear! Despite it all, we persevere. But more than that… we rise. Nothing can stop

looked at the guests, and then

am not one for long speeches. To be honest… this one was actually written by my beloved wife, who is far more

through the crowd. Saint Madoc smiled

is a day for joy. And so…

magnificent and emotional composition. Whispering Blade

other pairs

with a bit of interest. He had not known what to really expect from this ball, but to his relief, it was nothing like the awkward and

flow of the dance, following the music with surprising skill. The gracefulness of their steps, the exquisite attires, the radiant physical beauty

Shadow Dance. Of course, his battle style was not a literal dance… however, it was derived from one. In fact, every battle style had something in common

able to quickly learn the basics from just observing those who were better versed in it. He could have even joined

Of course, he didn't.

many handsome and distinguished guests offered their hands to their beautiful counterparts

unfortunately, the other members of the cohort were