Shadow Slave

Stepping through the spatial rift experienced no different from taking a mundane step. It was only a little bit disorienting — the sudden change of the landscape, the direction of the wind, the subtle shift in the tone of the firing armaments. For Sunny, it was especially so, because he could also feel that the shadows around him were entirely different.

However, there was no time to waste on being confused.

Forcing himself to focus, he followed Dale to the edge of the wall and peered down.

Far below, there was a stretch of land flooded by attacking abominations, with brood beasts swarming above them… and behind those, the edge of a tall cliff that descended toward the shore. The dark expanse of the ocean stretched for as far as the eye could see, moonlight dancing on its restless, black surface.

The sphere of light was slowly growing dimmer as it burned somewhere above and beyond the cliff.

Dale spoke, his voice sounding slightly muffled by the helmet:

"We will have to fight our way through."

Sunny nodded.

"I'll clear the way, you follow."

The Sin of Solace was already manifesting itself into his hand, and shadows were wrapped around his body, filling him with resilience and strength. The Marble Shell was augmented, as well.

Sunny lingered for a moment.

about when we reach the Tyrant? We can't allow it to escape,

Master

within the barrier. Then, either the Tyrant dies, or we do. No one will

barriers — the one that allowed things to pass from within, but blocked everything coming from the outside. Today,

that barrier with a damned Fallen Tyrant. If

going, then. Come

edge of the battlement, and swiftly glided down the surface of the wall. In a moment, he was already on the ground, emerging from the

rope Memory, half a dozen abominations were already bleeding

a corridor through the mass of Nightmare Creature. Granted, they were spread too thin between the Devouring Cloud and the abominations attacking the wall

not have to worry about catching

'Goddamn… great…'

Master used his heater shield and heavy flanged mace to crush and break the abominations, flinging their bodies out of the way. Sunny simply cut through them, rendering the hideous body with the jade blade of the Sin of

armor easily shrugged off blow after blow, and Sunny could simply ignore most of the attacks that got through his defenses, the weight of the horde threatened to

a lethal threat — which was a testament to how incredibly durable both Masters were... but it was only

then called

dark hands rose from the ground, grabbing the abominations and either throwing them aside, or outright tearing their bodies to pieces. Black chains whipped in the air, obliterating lunging

a good Memory or

a leaping abomination with his shield, turning its

a sound akin to the roar of an angry dragon shook the world. Sunny smelled the carnage before he witnessed it. In

pushed Sunny forward and lunged into the momentary rift in the mass of Nightmare