Shadow Slave

The [Death Wish] enchantment worked.

... In fact, it worked a little bit too well.

'Damn! Damn! Damn!'

Sunny was drowning in the tide of Nightmare Creatures. No matter how strong he was, no matter how fast he was, no matter how well he understood the attack patterns of the stone hive soldiers, there were just too many of them for him to handle without paying the price.

The Mantle of the Underworld sustained more and more hits. The onyx armor mostly held, for now, and what little damage it did sustain was swiftly mended by the [Living Stone] enchantment. His body beneath it, however, was hurting There were no holes in him yet, but it was just a matter of time.

If there was one good thing about the situation, however, it was that the Irregulars were completely safe from being attacked from the back. Sunny was holding the mass of abominations advancing from the rear single-handedly, killing more and more of them as he desperately tried to survive.

By now, all the snow around him had melted, and the rocks were covered by the viscous blue lymph.

Savaged carcasses of Nightmare Creatures littered the ground, and three shadow tentacles were rampaging among those that remained.

The fourth had been destroyed by another Fallen abomination, whom Sunny then finished off with the shining blade of the Cruel Sight.

enveloping the summit of the mountain was long gone. High above, a constant stream of lightning tore the darkness of the cold sky, and on the mountain slope itself, chaotic flashes of light produced by Winter and other Awakened ensnared in a bloody battle with the stone hive created a

for darkness, however, since the

can't go on like this for

arrive. Sunny just had to hold on long enough for Master Jet to finish off the Corrupted lieutenants of the hive and join

be able to do... but he had faith in Soul Reaper's ability. After all, even

Speaking of Colonel Jet...

Cruel Sight and at the same time piercing the head of an Awakened monster with the ghostly blade of the Moonlight Shard, Sunny used the carcasses of the dead creatures to buy himself a moment of respite and glanced higher up the slope, where Soul Reaper was in a similar position as him- drowning in abominations as she was trying to hunt down

storm of attacks as she descended upon one Corrupted after another, the blade of her glaive ignoring all physical armor as it viciously struck directly at their darkness-infested

of it was very bizarre, and also gave him a better understanding of why

with soul damage... Instead, her glaive was somehow able to deliver physical damage

'Scary...'

Even knowing that her cohort was assembled

her physical prowess alone was almost on par with his own, which was not supposed to be possible. Not only did Sunny possess more

style, meanwhile, was brutal and domineering, honed and perfectly sharpened to achieve a single purpose - deliver swift death and utter devastation to her enemies.

of deathly battles... he did not think he had ever encountered a human fighter that seemed to possess quite as much combat experience. Her technique possessed a dark depth to

could compare to Soul Reaper let. Not even the Saints he

clans might have been more powerful, but they led a very different life than someone like Master Jet. The government was always short on personnel

government operatives. What it meant was that while Master and Saints of the Legacy clans only undertook the most important combat missions and enjoyed sufficient rest between each battle. she had been sent to deal with emerging Gates,