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:

much worse if they were better climbers,

Sunny nodded somberly.

to a spacious room on one of

painted ghostly green by the ethereal tapestry of the swirling aurora. Saint Tyris was motionless, sitting

in a while — at

fallen down like a cascade of pale gold, now looked lifeless and bleak. Her dazzlingly beautiful face was pale, blackened by

holding the Winter Beast back was taking

aloof and stern, however, and her amber

Roan turned at the

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

Roan was acting uncharacteristically subdued, his

Jet waved a

for no one. What did you want to

Roan smiled slightly.

is for the best. There is not much

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

a harrowing circular maw. The abominations looked like a mix between a wyvern, a worm, and a

A Fallen one, but still a dire threat to the survival of the city. The creature mostly hides

Winter cursed.

We figured as much, after

Master Roan slowly nodded.

Cloud will descend on Falcon Scott today. You will be the blade to

glanced at each other. After a

you know that

slightly, but before he

will lure

Ascended grew silent, looking at her incredulously. Sky Tide met their gazes with a calm expression, her

hell would

deeply, then turned

eradicate other threats before he comes. If they attack together… you can imagine the devastation. The window of opportunity grows narrower with each

the Irregulars, studied them for a few moments, and

of you will make

Sunny smiled darkly.

fails to isolate the

while, her amber eyes

"Don't fail."

Shaking her head, she patted Sunny on the shoulder and

plan. Let's discuss the

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