Shadow Slave

After Sunny had broken through the mind hex and spent two days rescuing the mesmerized people, saving dozens of lives, the horror hiding in the cold black waves seemed to have left the vicinity of LO49.

The victims had regained their senses, and every person in the settlement was able to see and hear them clearly once again. In the next few hours, no one showed any sign of being under the influence of the hex. The vanishings stopped.

And the Ariadne was supposed to arrive soon.

The exhausted, frightened, and shaken inhabitants of the fortress were tentatively starting to unwind. Their fragile hope bloomed and blossomed.

However, the person most responsible for the positive change - Sunny - did not feel any of their cheer or relief. On the contrary, with each passing minute, his unease and sense of foreboding only grew stronger.

He did not like what was happening, not at all.

Walking through the snowy streets of the settlement, Sunny studied the lively faces of patrolling soldiers with a troubled expression on his own. It was dark and somber.

'...Doesn't make sense. None of it makes any sense.'

Approaching the security center, he placed his hand on the panel of a sophisticated biometric lock. The sensor was supposed to initiate a thorough scan, but as seconds passed, nothing seemed to happen. The damn thing was on the fritz.

Sunny stared at it for a moment, then sighed and banged on the heavy alloy door with his fist. Soon, it was manually unlocked from the inside by a sleepy soldier, who then allowed Sunny in.

Walking inside the security center, Sunny dusted snow off his shoulders, looked around, and headed toward Verne.

"What is the situation?"

his officers off with a list of orders, then looked at

The Terror - or whatever that abomination was - seems to have truly moved

Sunny gritted his teeth.

ever moved

The older Master frowned.

creatures capable of mind manipulation are exceedingly dangerous, they often lack direct means of launching an effective attack. Maybe it decided

stared at him for a bit, then shook

Corrupted Terror. We probably haven't seen even a fraction of its

rubbed his

take into account that the creature's Rank and Class are only your conjecture. We don't really know how powerful it actually was. In any case, how else do you explain

hesitated for a

to change tactics. Maybe it is gathering power for a singular, overwhelming attack. Maybe it just enjoys toying with its

counterpart looked away with a

like I've relaxed the security measures. We are still on high alert and prepared for battle. We are

out a

good time to become complacent. On the contrary, we must be preparing for a rapid escalation of

stared at him blankly for a few

all I am saying is that we are already doing everything we can. No matter how small, the possibility that you are right still exists, so we must. That is my position as the officer responsible

silent for a bit,

paranoia has never led

he winced

this time. Even if I'm not, Verne is right... what else are we supposed

why did he feel so disturbed? Why was his