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?"

with those

'What is it...'

question in

was not a wall

that resembled a mix between a bat and a leech, with leathery wings, a long neck, and a head that seemed

thousands, and thousands, and thousands of

returning blizzard. It was a horde of flying abominations that was

vast horde of horrid abominations was swiftly moving in

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

"..Sir?"

Gere's tense voice caught his attention. Sunny forced himself to focus on

dead... they are all

unnecessary thoughts out of his mind and

infirmary transport. Do it as fast as possible... no, faster

Gere blinked.

"The infirmary transport? But..."

Interrupting him, Sunny barked:

Interrupting him, Sunny barked:

"Now!"

first time he heard

had gone terribly wrong, Gere

***

"...Move, move, move!"

few minutes later, the frightened refugees were being hastily loaded into the infirmary vehicle. The soldiers were running around, preparing for a swift departure. The Irregulars were getting ready for a

the middle of all

as much speed as we can get. Samara! You have three minutes to charge as many bullets as

it...

they were moving on a flat and well-maintained road. Of course, fighting it was not

die

And yet...

east to west, while the fleet was heading north. If, by some miracle, they

shelter ahead, one that