Shadow Slave

The moment Winter's arrow reached the Devouring Cloud, a brilliant flash of light blinded everyone for a moment. A vast sphere of flame bloomed in the middle of the swarm, spreading far and wide like a rolling wave of destruction.

Then, it collapsed on itself and exploded once more.

Tongues of flame spread through the mass of abominations, swallowing countless brood beasts. Some were turned to ash, some fell down to the ground like burning stars. Others continued to burn as they streaked chaotically through the sky, their flesh boiling and dissipating.

But they did not die before colliding with some of their vile brethren.

The fire spread.

As if possessing a mind of its own, it continued to spread from one abomination to another, until it seemed as though the sky itself was aflame. The darkness was chased out by the furious orange-white glow, and Sunny felt something that he had never expected to feel in the middle of winter in Antarctica.

Scorching heat caressing his skin.

He sucked in a shaky breath.

'...Damn.'

It seemed that all their preparations were not in vain. Winter's opening was nothing short of breathtaking. It was outright frightening, if he was honest.

But it was just an opening, nevertheless- although the Devouring Cloud had sustained considerable losses and had to slow down, it was in no way stopped. Already, some brood beasts were charging through the wall of fire, lunging toward the city.

Grinning at the sight of the fiery slaughter, Sunny shook off his momentary shock and drew Morgan's Warbow again.

I need to

of pale gold pierced a brood beast clean through, then

of winged horrors. Even though it seemed as if the sky itself was falling on them, vast

but with two hundred million people depending on their protection, the soldiers of the First

Soul Reaper waved her hands, dozens of throwing stars appearing between her fingers and shooting forward with terrible speed, shredding

her rifle, explosions of essence blossoming in the mass of Nightmare Creatures. Pieces of torn

Devils were doing their

was not at all done with

four Awakened elites using their Aspects to augment hers and a number of powerful Memories feeding her their

Winter was sometimes called a walking artillery unit. There were a lot of arrows in her arsenal capable of widespread destruction, and augmented as she was, the scope of that destruction only grew. Thanks to her Aspect, the arrows never

feeding her soul essence,

Devouring Cloud was melting in

'Morel'

dismissing and summoning the Strike of Thunder back

slain...][You have slain...][You

summoned upon the brood swarm, it was still advancing on the city. Half of the vast killing field had already disappeared in its shadow, and the

war platform's armor that it had just created with the circular,

uttered a

arrows and bullets easily passed through the dome to hit the enemies, but when a lone brood beast lunged at Winter from above, it collided against the

guess it's time

"Sunny! Now!"

thoughts. They briefly glanced at each other, then dashed away from the Irregulars. Sunny dismissed his bow,

voice - his own voice - spoke into his