Shadow Slave

The First Evacuation Army was accompanied by three Saints. One was loyal to the government, while the other two… the other two had been sent by the great clans.

Unofficially, Valor and Song had refused to participate in the Southern Quadrant campaign. Officially, however, they still had to keep up appearances. For that reason, each had provided a token force to support the evacuation effort, and the two Saints in question were in charge of these forces.

Sunny did not know who these Transcendent were. All he knew was that the government had wisely chosen to separate them, sending one to East Antarctica, while the other ended up in the Antarctic Center.

And now, apparently, that latter was coming to aid the Irregulars in vanquishing a powerful Corrupted abomination. He was not sure how to feel about that.

On one hand, the help of a Saint was more than welcomed. On the other hand… one of the reasons he had decided to participate in the Antarctica campaign was to get away from the great clans and their machinations.

Now, it seemed that he just couldn't escape coming in contact with the Sovereigns and their forces.

'Curse it all…'

With a sigh, Sunny sent Luster the coordinates of the rendezvous point and walked over to the pilot's cabin.

"We have new orders. Get to this location as fast as possible."

The young man yawned, studied the coordinates for a bit, and then nodded.

"Aye, sir."

He lingered for a moment.

"Uh… by the way, what's there?"

Sunny shrugged with a nonchalant expression.

Tyrant?

with wide eyes, and

made a sharp turn, left the wide highway entirely, and entered uneven terrain. Its massive wheels

to the high-tech suspension system, the members of the cohort barely

roof flooded the landscape in front of it with stark light, cutting the dimness with wide beams.

Center… was very different from the wilderness of Asia that Sunny had seen during his brief train ride. It was just as lifeless, but in a different manner. There were fewer signs of past wars

mountain chain. Because of that, the horizon was obscured most of the time, and it was hard to notice any approaching threats. More than that, the landscape

covered by ice for millions of years, and only recently shrugged off its heavy veil. The passing of monumental glaciers had left many

job of navigating the complicated terrain. It moved toward the rendezvous point with sufficient speed, sometimes making use of existing roads, sometimes cutting through untouched wilderness. It climbed or descended tall hills and

had an opportunity to see far ahead. These days, the Southern Quadrant was not as lifeless as it had

Realm, Sunny was the only member of the cohort with decent means of ranged attack. Using the open lid of the hatch to shield himself from the cold winds,

Rhino's path, only to be slain by a swift black arrow before having the chance to approach it. Luckily, none of them turned out to be

'For now…'

course, looked the same as morning, evening, and night — the Rhino reached the ruins of a small outpost, where two similar carriers were parked in the shadow of

the vehicle, Sunny jumped off the roof and walked toward the fire. Orange light gleamed,

are you

Soul Reaper's cohort

hot water, sir. The cargo capacity of

into reality and opened its toothy maw, Sunny thrust his hand inside,

sir! Thank you,

bunch of Irregulars did not look like people who were about to fight a Corrupted abomination of a high Class. They seemed relaxed and nonchalant about the whole ordeal, and paid more attention to the can of coffee than to a

Category Three Gate was situated on its

joined them, he looked around and noticed Master Jet and Winter. The two were standing some distance away, discussing

caught the tail

a woman. Hot as hell,

I saw that Mongrel guy myself once. He's