Shadow Slave

It had noot been too hard to cut down the two Corrupted abominations.

Well... of course, it was. Both were terrifyingly powerful and vicious. A single creature like that could have decimated a whole brigade of mundane soldiers and erased an entire human citadel from the map. The smallest touch of their hands was enough to obliterate the soul of a powerful Awakened.

But Sunny and Saint were stronger.

Not in the literal sense, since both were lacking in terms of physical strength when compared to the Voiceless. However, their skill, synergy, and murderous resolve were unrivaled.

Luring the abominations into a trap after trap and helping each other avoid the retaliatory strikes, they swiftly cut the looming creatures down. The fact that one of the creatures was missing an arm and losing rivers of blood helped, too.

In a sense, it was similar to facing Carapace Centurions back on the Forgotten Shore. Those monsters had been higher than Sunny in both Class and Rank, and yet he had killed his fair share. These ones... even though Corrupted Nightmare Creatures were much more powerful, he was not a Sleeper anymore, either. Sunny's own power had grown immensely in the past years.

In fact, he could have dealt with the two voiceless abominations even faster, but his mind was also preoccupied by manifesting shadows to help Nightmare hold on. With a swarm of black tentacles supporting him, the dark courser managed to last until Sunny and Saint were done with their prey.

The rest was simple, if not at all easy.

Facing dozens of Fallen abominations was a daunting task, as well. It took all Sunny had to obliterate them while keeping his Shadows alive. The battle was arduous, brutal, and bloody.

His body was full of holes but the end of it, and his mind was on the verge of collapse due to exhaustion.

However, the three of them were a harrowing threat to oppose. Without the Corrupted leading them, the rest of the Voiceless had no choice but to succumb to the aura of fear emanating from Nightmare, Saint's merciless blade, and his shadows.

The Sin of Solace severed their bodies, Nightmare's hooves and fangs tore them apart, the Cruel Sight burned them down, and the swarm of manifested shadows restrained and blocked them to make the killing easier.

By the end, the narrow ravine was all but buried in corpses.

The last one to die was the Corrupted whose mind Saint had destroyed before Sunny arrived. Feeling a sense of dreadful threat from the tall abomination, Sunny chose not to approach it and summoned Morgan's Warbow once again, instead.

into its flesh to kill it. The Corrupted eventually fell to its knees, burdened by the weight

did not give until the very end, no matter how much the abominable creature clawed at them with its immense strength. Through all of it, the emotionless expression on the gaunt face of the Corrupted had disturbingly not

hands fell down, and it grew still, still

then did the Spell

slain a Corrupted Devil, Defiled

[Your shadow grows stronger.]

Sunny lowered his aching arms and sunk

last, the

and the convoy had, too. He could see the transports through the shadow that had stayed back.

at the ghostly flames of the aurora

His mind was empty.

'...Who could have thought?'

***

Luster was sitting on a shard of a boulder, breathing heavily. In front of him, countless corpses

a

obliterated half of the swarm with a single arrow - and acted as though that was a perfectly normal thing to do, in his usual

'Are all Masters insane?'

extra insane. If everyone was that bizarre, humanity would have collapsed a

dealing with the second swarm, which was out there somewhere, close by, but the simple

evil probably can't even die. I bet he's

yet, Luster found himself a little

survive? And if Luster died... how sad

on... yeah... robbing beautiful women of my company would

pretty soldier he had gotten to know in the bunker. Or those refugee sisters in the third civilian transport... the

Kimmy, though. Well, she can't help it, poor