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.

We can't allow it to escape, and with Master Jet

Master shook his

barrier. Then, either the Tyrant dies, or we do.

Dale's barriers — the one that allowed things to pass from within, but blocked everything coming from the

that barrier with a damned Fallen Tyrant. If they wanted to be sure of the result, there was

going, then. Come down

of summoning the Dark Wing, Sunny simply turned into a shadow, slid over the edge of the battlement, and swiftly glided down the surface of the wall. In a

Dale landed behind him, using some sort of rope Memory, half a dozen abominations were already bleeding on the

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

Sunny did not have to worry about catching a tungsten round with

'Goddamn… great…'

the tide of frenzied Nightmare Creatures. The stalwart Master used his heater shield and heavy flanged mace to crush and break

blow after blow, and Sunny could simply ignore most of the attacks that got through his defenses, the weight of the horde threatened to push them back. More than that, they were constantly accosted by the brood beasts from

had not met a creature powerful enough to be a lethal threat — which was a testament

and then called

ground, grabbing the abominations and either throwing them aside, or outright tearing their bodies to pieces. Black

good Memory or two, use them

leaping abomination with his shield, turning its body into bloody paste, and tore

angry dragon shook the world. Sunny smelled the

the momentary rift in the mass of Nightmare