Shadow Slave

"...My Shadow?"

Sunny unlocked his eyes wide.

'Saint!'

It seemed that Saint had finished her evolution into a Devil ahead of schedule. All things considered, her timing was nothing short of impeccable.

Even in his disoriented state, Sunny knew that he could not ignore such luck.

As the first of the Nightmare Creatures emerged from the Gate, he abandoned his attempts to crawl forward and called upon his Shadow, instead.

The coldness of the polar night seemed to grow slightly darker. Then, an intricate sabaton forged out of black, stonelike metal stepped on the ground beside him.

Sunny weakly turned his head to look up at Saint, who was as aloof as ever.

His taciturn knight... had changed.

Initially, she had been roughly the same height as him, becoming taller after evolving into a Demon. Now, Saint towered above Sunny. Obscured by the beautiful onyx armor, the lines of her stone body were still slender and graceful... but at more than two meters of height, the fearsome Shadow seemed extremely imposing.

Her oppressive presence was worthy of a Devil.

The black armor itself had not changed much - it had always been a product of magnificent craftsmanship, and seemed even more superb and menacing now. However, Saint's skin, which had been grey like stone before, then white as alabaster, was now as smooth and black as polished onyx - at least what little of it could be seen through the slits of her visor.

The ruby jewels of her eyes burned with ominous crimson flames.

the vast rift of the Nightmare Gate indifferently, then glanced at Sunny. It almost seemed...

out a

stuff happened. I'm glad

raised a trembling hand and pointed at the emerging Nightmare

them, if you don't

for a moment, then silently turned to the flood of monstrous creatures

his hand drop back to the

it's good to have

of rubble, Sunny used some of his last essence to send the Broken Oath to the taciturn Devil. Then, he commanded all four of his shadows to abandon

a dark radiance. The shadows around the demonic knight swelled, becoming deeper and darker, surrounding her like a

had not expected, however, was that there was a hint

born from the revolting nothingness of the Gate. A flood of them rushed forward, chasing

with six hands each, their inhuman faces brimming with black eyes and jagged mandibles. They wore carapace armor and wielded weapons made of sharpened chitin, moving with astonishing speed

if trying to embrace the broken, burning world. Darkness flowed from under her vambraces, over her

- it was whole once again, but utterly black in appearance. A feeling of dark, nebulous power radiated from its stygian blade. On

the enemy, Saint raised

with its blade,

'D-damn...'

to do anything, so he just sat on the ground, using a piece of rubble

soon as the last of the soldiers ran past her. She collided against the arachnid warriors with her shield, sending a dozen of them stumbling to

blood, severed limbs, and broken bodies

by all four of Sunny's shadows. The Broken Oath received the same augmentation, seeping strength and vitality from her enemies. The graceful knight fought with stunning clarity and sublime skill... and yet, that

who was too strong, too fast, and too