Shadow Slave

The wall trembled violently, almost throwing Sunny off his feet. He caught himself from falling and spun, the Sin of Solace flying into a defensive stance.

"What the hell was that?!"

Master Jet used her glaive to keep herself upright and looked around. For the first time since the start of the battle, her expression became grim. She did not answer for a couple of seconds. Then, her icy eyes widened slightly. Soul Reaper turned to Sunny, trying to say something, but he had already sensed it himself.

A cold shiver ran down his spine.

"The Call..."

The Call of the Nightmare had suddenly grown much louder, assaulting his mind with an onslaught of screaming whispers.

In the next moment... the world came undone, and the piercing sound of tearing alloy filled Sunny's ears. The battlement beneath him was falling apart, and a strong aftershock of whatever it was that had destroyed it rolled through the air, throwing him away.

'No!'

Sunny did not see it yet, but he already understood what had happened.

A Nightmare Gate had just opened right below where he and Jet had fought, annihilating a large section of the wall.

An ugly rift in reality tore through the armored alloy, turning it into nothing. The vertical schism of pure nothingness played strange tricks with both light and darkness, making it appear simultaneously perfectly flat and inconceivably deep. A litany of inaudible screams thundered out of it in deafening silence, washing over the world like a demented call.

The wall was breached from top to bottom - some of it devoured by the Gate, the rest simply collapsing when the supporting structure suddenly disappeared.

Sunny plummeted down in a rain of debris.

Before he could truly comprehend what was happening, his body brushed against the boundary of the Gate. Instantly, an explosion of blinding pain enveloped his body and soul, and a strange repelling force pushed him away.

A Nightmare Gate was a one-way path - creatures of the Dream Realm could enter through it into the waking world, but nothing from the waking world could pass through it into the land of nightmares. Only Awakened could answer its Call by sending their souls on a perilous journey. All they had to do was fall asleep in the vicinity of the rift.

and Saints could answer it, too, by pulling on their own anchors - but not by physically stepping through the Gate. Maybe Sovereigns were different, but Sunny had no time to

a few moments after experiencing the shock of brushing against the

falling

disoriented, Sunny scrambled to summon the Dark Wing,

was not enough time for the translucent Memory to manifest itself into existence and for

from that height murder

he survived somehow, a

'D-damn!'

Sunny

moment, a vast mantle of darkness surrounded him like a streaming black cape, catching

It was almost enough.

pain, vaguely recognizing the landscape of the staging area around him.

- not a second later, a piece of alloy that must have weighed several tons crashed into the ground

of the loader, all

'A-argh...'

Ascended physique, had protected Sunny's body from being severely damaged. He was a bit shocked, that

the Gate had caused

know what kind of damage he had received, but it felt serious. He knew he could still

now, he could hardly

'Not good...'

and the vast rift of nothingness pulsing darkly in the breach. A few soldiers

lay dead, killed by the

about to emerge from the Gate, flood the staging area, and

Sunny was

voice suddenly

told you that you're

Sunny gritted his teeth.