Shadow Slave

Sunny did not recall falling asleep, but he was woken up by someone banging on the hatch of the Rhino. Sitting up, he looked around and realized that he must have passed out while studying the weave of the Midnight Shard. The austere tachi was still laying on the holographic table, glinting as if to mock him.

He had almost solved the problem. That elusive element of the weave was almost isolated, but to...

As someone banged on the hatch once again, making the massive APC shake a little, Sunny flinched, rubbed his face, and went to the hatch.

"Coming! Who the hell…"

He opened the hatch and froze, swallowing the rest of his irritated shout.

"Oh, ah… Master Jet. Good… morning?"

She glanced at him with amusement.

"Technically, it's evening. Go wipe the drool off your face and come out, Sunny. We've been summoned to attend a meeting."

He frowned, then threw an angry look at the gloomy shadow, which was hiding in the darkness not too far away. The bastard was supposed to warn him if anything approached, protecting Sunny from a sudden attack… or from embarrassing himself, in theory.

The shadow shrugged innocently and looked away.

Shaking his head, Sunny returned inside and quickly washed his face. A couple of minutes later, he left the APC and closed the hatch behind him. Since Soul Reaper mentioned that he had to come out, they were most likely heading for the complex that the local branch of the First Army Command used as headquarters. It was only a short distance from the barracks.

Indeed, Jet walked in that direction, with Sunny following as he looked around with sleepy eyes. A few moments later, he asked:

"...What is the meeting about?"

She shrugged.

"We'll find out. All I know is that White Feather wants to see us."

'White Feather, huh…'

The two of them made their way to the army headquarters, but then walked past it, approaching a heavily fortified compound instead. Winter and Dale were already waiting for them near the gates, looking as ragged and fatigued as Sunny.

He greeted them.

"I heard you retook Breach C yesterday? Must have been a tough fight."

Dale simply shrugged.

"Not really. We still hold both sections of the wall above the breach, so all I had to do was persuade the abominations to stay put until the garrison forces shredded them with ranged weapons."

He remained silent for moment, and then added:

worse if they were

Sunny nodded somberly.

compound and were led to a spacious room on one

Roan was standing in front of a false window, studying the projected image of the night sky. His face was painted ghostly green by the ethereal tapestry of the swirling aurora. Saint Tyris was motionless, sitting in an imposing chair with her back

seen Sky Tide in a while — at least in her human form. She

by dried blood. Her hair, which had once fallen down like a cascade of pale gold,

Beast back was taking a toll on the Transcendent of

stern, however, and her amber eyes burned

Roan turned at the sound

Jet, Ascended Winter, Ascended Dale, Sunless… welcome. Sorry

was acting uncharacteristically subdued,

waved a

no one. What did you want to

Roan smiled slightly.

it is for the best. There is not much time to

Sky Tide, then gestured at the holographic projection in front of them. On it, the

a harrowing circular maw. The abominations looked like a mix between a

one, but still a dire threat to the survival of the

Winter cursed.

as much, after the last

Master Roan slowly nodded.

the Tyrant. The Devouring Cloud will descend on Falcon Scott today. You will be the blade to strike its

Irregulars glanced at each other. After a short

do you know that

scowled slightly, but before he could answer, Saint

clan will lure

a calm expression, her face as motionless as ever. Somewhat stunned by

hell would you do

deeply, then

together… you can imagine the devastation. The window of opportunity grows narrower with each day, so we can't passively wait

studied them

the Tyrant down. The three of you will make sure that the creature never takes flight

Sunny smiled darkly.

isolate the Tyrant? What if the three of us fail to

her amber eyes both beautiful and cold.

"Don't fail."

her head, she patted Sunny on the shoulder and walked

I like that plan.

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