Shadow Slave

Sunny stared at the distant haze for a rew moments, then glanced at Kim, who was busy with repairs. The [Evil Eye] memory he nad given ner was supposed to make one capable of seeing things at a greater distance... however, there was an easier way.

He called out to Sergeant Gere, who happened to be hurrying past at that exact moment.

"Hey, Sergeant."

The man stopped and looked at the Captain... who was standing on top of the terrifying monster the Irregulars had recently received from the Nightmare Spell, for some reason.

Already accustomed to their leader's eccentric behavior, the soldier did not even bother to try and guess the reason.

"Yes, Captain?"

Sunny lingered for a moment.

"Do you have... what are they called... binoculars?"

Gere nodded.

"Of course, sir. We have several pairs, one per vehicle. Standard military issue."

Sunny gave him a tense look, then said quietly:

"Go bring me the best ones."

Slightly disturbed by that tone, Gere glanced at the bundle of blankets he was carrying, then dropped them into the snow and dashed toward the tail of the convoy. Very soon, he returned with a pair of modern binoculars and, not daring to approach the monster, threw them to the Captain.

Sunny caught them, brought the unfamiliar device to his eyes, and looked east. At first, the image was blurry and unclear, but then, something hummed softly, and it came into focus on its own.

Suddenly, it felt as though he was standing much, much closer to the slope of a distant mountain. Sunny could even see the individual boulders, as well as mounds of snow between them. Moving the binoculars, he searched for a stretch of open sky.

A few seconds later, he finally laid his eyes on the haze that obscured it.

Sunny remained motionless for around a minute after that, then silently lowered his hands. His face remained still, but his eyes were suddenly terribly bleak.

Feeling something, Sergeant Gere cleared his throat.

"Sir? What is it?"

at him with those bleak eyes, making the

'What is it...'

question

was... was not

it was a ghastly creature that resembled a mix between a bat and a leech, with leathery wings, a long neck,

he saw thousands, and thousands, and thousands of

was not caused by the returning blizzard. It was a horde of flying abominations that

horde of horrid abominations

Sunny's mouth was terribly dry. He glanced at the convoy that stretched along the narrow road,

"..Sir?"

forced himself

they are

to Gere, he threw all unnecessary thoughts out

them into the infirmary transport. Do it

Gere blinked.

"The infirmary transport? But..."

Interrupting him, Sunny barked:

Interrupting him, Sunny barked:

"Now!"

time he heard the usually cool-headed

wrong, Gere ran

***

"...Move, move, move!"

vehicle. The soldiers were running around, preparing for a swift departure. The Irregulars

the middle of all

all non-essential cargo out, we need as much speed as we can get. Samara! You have three minutes to charge as many

make it... there's

even if they were moving on a flat and well-maintained road. Of course, fighting it was not an option, either. If the appalling creatures descended upon the convoy, everyone would be devoured without seconds. Sunny might

would die a gruesome

And yet...

traveling from east to west, while the fleet was heading north. If, by some miracle, they managed to escape from the path of the

one that Sunny had missed