Shadow Slave

Sunny studied the swarm of abominations that flooded the small valley. These ones didn't seem as dangerous as the primal hunters he had once fought in front of Rain's school. The creatures had bestial bodies, with four bony limbs that ended in sharp claws and long, slithering tails. Ridges of jagged spikes rose from their spines, and their maws were full of sharp fangs.

Most disturbingly, all except for the Fallen ones seemed to have had their eyes violently torn out. Now, only darkness nestles in the empty, gaping holes of their eye sockets. The abominations did not move as if they were blind, though. There was a strange, predatory precision to their subdued motions.

…The Devil was different from the eyeless beasts, though. It resembled them outwardly, but possessed a more humanoid body. The creature stood on its hind legs, while his front limbs resembled human hands. Its eyes were closed, and even seemed sewn shut. Something constantly moved behind the eyelids, giving Sunny the creeps.

The powerful abomination towered above its ilk, reaching almost three meters in height.

Two hundred and seventy-four Nightmare Creatures… was a lot. Most cohorts of Awakened would not have even considered attacking that many abominations, and quietly retreated instead.

'I need to be careful about this.'

Sunny thought for a few long moments, and then spoke:

"Samara, move forward and assume a position higher up the slope, where you'll be able to shoot over the crest of the road. Vanguard, prepare to advance and secure the crest. Kimmy… work your magic."

His words reached the melee fighters of the cohort without any problem. Of course, he could have used the usual technological solutions to ensure good communication… but with how unstable tech was near Nightmare Gates, it was always good to have a backup.

For that reason, Luster was currently in possession of an extremely ordinary, very unassuming rock… which, nevertheless, was somehow able to speak with their captain's voice.

vanguard, as well, so he had no trouble hearing

off the Rhino, the melee vanguard crept forward. Quentin served as the center of the

him some range and allowed the young man to support the three fighters

cohort and enhance the Memories of his soldiers. The weapons received most of his attention, but he also augmented their armors by transplanting the [Tenacious] enchantment of the Patient Avenger into their

to Belle… with much reluctance, of course. With his current strength, the augmentation granted by the morbid charm could not benefit

gave them slight resistance to cold, which is why they were able to all but ignore the slowly falling snow and the chilling wind that blew through the

wielding a round buckler, a sharp rapier, and had a snub-nosed automatic carbine slung around her back

so many different perspectives put an immense strain on her mind. Then, she used her Dormant Ability to concentrate

not see color, so to him, the body of the towering abomination became painted in different shades of grey. The lighter areas were the most resilient, while those that were darker were

center of the Devil's forehead was almost

where Sunny

of it, Morgan's Warbow required a giant's strength to draw, but was also capable of sending arrows very far, and translated

was incredibly strong,

dark fletching a narrow arrowhead that seemed to have been crafted from a long, sharp piece of obsidian. The shadow arrows were swift, flew without

seen by his shadow was not an easy task, but he

cores. The [Death

was

slide off them on its own. The black arrow noiselessly disappeared into