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:

and pleasure to welcome you all under our roof once again. In the

somber silence settled over the hall. Every year brought a lot of death to Awakened. Even Masters were not spared from that fate... this

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

the guests turned somber, Whispering Blade's smile

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

at the guests, and

know that I am not one for long speeches. To be honest… this one was actually written by my beloved wife, who

through

for sorrow. Today is a day for joy. And so… let

musicians started to play a magnificent and emotional composition. Whispering Blade danced the first dance himself, accompanied by a

pairs joined

this ball, but to his relief, it was nothing like the awkward and almost comical sight that he had witnessed in the nightclub

to not disturb the flow of the dance, following the music with surprising skill. The gracefulness of their steps, the exquisite

with Shadow Dance. Of course, his battle style was not a literal dance… however, it was derived from

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

Of course, he didn't.

was customary for men to invite the women to dance. As he watched, many handsome

Fortunately or unfortunately, the other members