Shadow Slave

This time, Sunny chose to dove into the melee from the very first moment of the battle. His bow was a fearsome tool to slay powerful targets from a distance, but now that the situation had come to a full-fledged frontal assault, restraining the horde of lesser Nightmare Creatures was more important.

After all, they were only less than when compared to utterly terrifying abominations. Each was still a deadly threat. Plus, using the [Death Dealer] enchantment again was out of question.

Not to mention that the value of the Dying Wish was vastly increased, considering that he was leading a good hundred of Awakened instead of a single cohort right now. Any ally who could see Sunny clash with the monsters would feel inspired to fight with renewed zeal and resolve.

…On the other hand, he was also facing an entire horde of Nightmare Creatures instead of a single swarm. That meant that the Dying Wish would make him the target of hundreds of frenzied abominations.

Its power had also increased due to the fact that he had already killed dozens of enemies affected by the [Death Wish] enchantment in the previous two battles.

'Oh well…'

He would just have to manage, somehow.

Sunny had already decided to go all out, but now, for the first time in a long time, he suddenly felt a dire lack of powerful tools at his disposal. He had always prided himself on how formidable and versatile his arsenal of Memories was… but it seemed to have fallen behind the kinds of threats Sunny was facing these days.

He didn't even have anything to arm Saint with! To his shame, her broken stone sword was deadlier than any melee weapon he possessed, except for the Cruel Sight. As a part of an Ascended Demon, the stone blade carried the power of an Ascended weapon, as well. Sadly, unlike taciturn Shadow herself, the sword had not shown any sign of being able to repair itself... yet.

Sunny was clad in the Undying Chain, wielded the Cruel Sight, and harnessed the power of the Dying Wish. He was also augmented by two of his shadows. Saint only had the Broken Oath, which she could not use recklessly while riding Nightmare. The black courser and his rider were empowered by one shadow each.

Other than that, there was not much Sunny could employ to change the odds in his favor.

'Damn it, I really need more Memories!'

What of the tools he did have, though?

"Kimmy, what do you see?"

His soldiers were his tools, too. Considering that the last powerful Memory Sunny had found went to Kim, he hoped to get some results.

clashed with the enemy. The young woman lingered for a moment, and then said something that ignited a small flame

These beasts

'That!'

facing the eyeless abominations for the first time, but unsubstantiated

bet it's their

This Ascended Memory of the third Tier, which he had gained in the

first one allowed the flute to sing at various volumes. This was the enchantment Sunny had copied to the Silver Bell and the Ordinary Rock. The second allowed the flute to create

to raise the

corpses would be murderous, wicked, and uncontrolled. The only way to command them and prevent them from attacking the summoner was to soothe them with a correct melody… which he had no way

interested in the

the flute to sing as loud as it could, he saturated it with his essence and then threw the bone

"Play it!"

the emerald flute and stared

have no idea

turning back to the

the hole,

hesitated for half a second, then obediently brought

deafening, discordant, ear-piercing whistle

crashed against the Awakened… they

grinned as the Cruel Sight reaped

he had thought, that turned out to be enough.

spikes on their backs were meant to sense sound waves spreading through the air, which the abominations were then able to interpret into a coherent picture

of the Bone Singer was akin to

into a murderous frenzy by

had fully unleashed his

slaughtered them without stop. Now that Sunny did not have to control the shape of the battlefield, he used Shadow Manifestation to enhance his own might. Dark tentacles rose from the ground to ensnare and rip

a banshee every time it cut the air… over the years, Sunny had been subjected to all kinds of attacks and tortures. The [Dark Mirror] enchantment of the somber spear had long accumulated a vast library of elemental damage types. He had just never had a reason to use any except for divine