Shadow Slave

Trapped in the small bubble of the energy barrier, the Tyrant turned into a murderous hurricane. Moving with speed that was surprising for such a large creature, it thrashed and spun, trying to rip the hateful humans apart.

Sunny and Dale had managed to dodge or deflect the barrage of devastating attacks, for now, but avoiding being crushed by the sheer mass of the frenzied monstrosity was even harder. The barrier was just too small to move away, leaving them no choice but to try and straddle it.

That had not been a good choice… even on the Tyrant's back, the three maws and the stinger could attack them freely. More than that, the abomination instantly rolled on the ground, throwing them off.

Sunny barely avoided being buried under the mountain of flesh. Just a handful of seconds after Dale had erected the barrier, he felt the salty taste of blood on his tongue. Both Ascended were battered and wounded.

Of course, the Tyrant was not unscathed, either.

Three of its legs were gone, its body was covered with a multitude of deep cuts, and one of its necks was halfway to being severed. Better yet, the creature seemed to have surrendered to its most primal instincts, driven into madness by the Sin of Solace.

The bestial rage of the Tyrant was terrifying, but it would have been much more dangerous to fight the monstrosity if it had retained its inhuman intellect. A smart enemy was infinitely deadlier than a senseless one.

Now, all they had to do was put it down.

"Cut off its head!"

"I'm… trying…"

Dale's shield was wedged into one of the Tyrant's necks, and as Sunny yelled, he hammered its rim with his mace, as if driving a nail into wood. The heater shield sliced through the flesh of the abominations like a blade, causing a river of black blood to spill onto the stones.

Half-deafened by the creature's shriek, Sunny manifested a wall of shadow to defend Dale from one of the remaining two maws. The wall broken under the monstrous assault, but by that time, the Ascended had hammered his shield one last time, and one of the Tyrant's heads flew off.

'Damn!'

After that, Sunny had to worry about himself. The wounded creature shifted, slamming him into the barrier with the looming bulk of its body. Bone Weave and Marble Shell saved him from being turned into bloody paste, but he was trapped, crushed, and unable to breathe. What's worse, there was no escape…

most people. Sunny simply dissipated into the shadow projected onto the creature's body by the shimmering barrier,

from being greatly injured or killed at every moment, but neither of them had made that mistake yet. As time went on, their enemy grew more and more frenetic, but the two Masters only grew more effective in their attempts to butcher it. They were learning how to better hurt it with every blow, dodge,

heavy flanged mace. Sunny was now bleeding from a deep cut above his left eye,

managed to position himself for an all-out attack. He dashed forward, turning his body light to create momentum, and slashed the Sin of Solace

bones of the Tyrant, emerging from the other

"One more!"

on his shield and slid back with a low grunt. His hand

barrier won't hold for

already felt that the shadows surrounding them were changing — the shimmering energy was growing

most

the most deadly, both because human fighters tended to get overconfident when the victory neared, and because their enemies would often abandon all caution in one

this had

'Risky…'

his mind, but Sunny was already moving. Pushing himself forward, he deflected a glancing blow from the creature's tail… and slammed into the Tyrant

the monstrosity reeled, and then threw itself into a fierce retaliatory attack. Sunny managed to dodge its legs, but not its maw. He simply slashed at it with the Sin

the same time, the creature left itself completely open to Dale. The stalwart Master lunged forward, his mace suddenly igniting with a dangerous red glow. The moment it connected with the base of the

the shape of the abomination's neck melting in the furious red

could not think about

his shoulder with its maw and fling Sunny into the air. Feeling a pulse of tearing pain, he found

the convulsing body of the Tyrant, rolled for a few meters more, and came to a stop at the edge of the

'That… hurt…'

up and glanced at his shoulder. The leather pauldron of the Puppeteer's Shroud was pierced in several places, and there were deep scratches on

Cloud seemed… aimless and lost. Without malevolent purpose guiding the swarm of brood beasts, they were being

have

glanced at Dale, who seemed