Shadow Slave

On a dark desolate highway, a black steed and its bleak rider emerged from the shadows. Adamantine hooves rang on concrete as they flew forward through the falling snow, soon catching up with a small column of battered vehicles.

Overtaking one transport after another, Sunny briefly evaluated their condition. The convoy was roughly halfway to its destination, and none of the vehicles had failed... yet. Each looked as if it had gone through a meat grinder, but whatever the technicians had done to the transports was still keeping them from breaking down on the road.

Hopefully, that would continue to be the case.

His soldiers were doing a good job of warding off the Nightmare Creatures, as well. Nothing had managed to attack the column in his absence. The refugees were all intact.

Glancing at the military vehicles, Sunny sent a short communication to Gere:

"How much ammo do you have left, Sergeant?"

The response came in a crackle of interference:

"Glad... you back, Captain... sufficient... or two... nearly spent..."

Sunny frowned. The worsening quality of the signal could mean only one thing. They seemed to be approaching a powerful Gate.

He concentrated for a moment to sense the Call, and felt that it was gradually growing louder.

'Goddammit...'

With a grimace, Sunny sent Nightmare forward and soon reached the head of the convoy, galloping alongside the Rhino. He caught a glimpse of Luster, who was concentrating on driving the APC, and then looked into the darkness ahead.

Abomination and Blackie were enough to deal with them. However, in the

seemed small and inconsequential from distance, but had to be considerably wide and tall up close, blocking most

A Nightmare Gate.

long ago

have long wandered away in search of prey, or were still lingering around.'There is only one

a hurry to get back to the roof of the Rhino, Sunny remained in the saddle, wielding the Sin of Solace in one of his hands. He was tensely looking at the swiftly approaching Gate, trying

some reason. Disturbed, Sunny studied the cliffs rising above the highway to understand what he had missed. Their shape was somewhat irregular, but he did not

unfurling long limbs and turning away from the

a

mountain, and its eight segmented legs resembled wide pillars. It looked like a giant spider with an enormous, bulbous beehive attached to its carapace, and there were hundreds of

Sunny's mouth turned dry.

'...A tyrant.'

body, no less. The towering abomination was a dire threat itself, just from its sheer size alone,

of all, the convoy had no choice

disarray, and the damned whispers of the cursed sword were not making it

do I

the Gate and its Guardian, so that was how long he had to come

his best options. He could send Nightmare charging forward and attack the tyrant with his most powerful weapon, the Sin of

on the Rank of the giant spider, that could either be a very good or

or outright killing the tyrant on the spot. The minions could be dealt with if he followed up with the

that did not work, he would be risking