Shadow Slave

For a moment or two, Sunny's mind was empty. He crawled back, looking up at the familiar figure towering above him.

Verne… it was Verne. There was no mistake.

…Or something wearing Verne's corpse, at least.

His shadow was much more vast and dreadful than a human's shadow was supposed to be.

The hollow gaze of the dead Master pursued Sunny, his face still and unmoving like a mask. Behind him, the dark waves stirred, and more figures rose from the water. Men, women… dozens of them, hundreds even. They marched forward like an army of the dead, silent and emotionless, their eyes drowning in darkness.

All their shadows were wrong.

The people of LO49 that Sunny had left to die. He recognized all of them, staring at the undulating surface of the ocean in horror.

'The… the Terror…'

Strangely, it was the contemptuous laugh of the cursed sword that shattered his paralysis.

"Look, Lost from Light… your sins have come to haunt you!"

Sunny shuddered, coming to his senses.

'What sins, you bastard? I did everything I could to save them!'

The insidious voice laughed again, then whispered, its hissing words falling like drops of poison:

"Weakness is also a sin, you pitiful worm… it is the greatest sin of them all…"

feet and froze for a

the ocean and the northern wall of Falcon Scott, so nothing could escape the shore without being torn to shreds by the defensive

the Awakened of the

put a dent in the defenses of the port.

the drowned residents of LO49, the black water seethed and boiled, releasing even more thralls. Nightmare Creatures… thousands of them… were rising from the waves, all moving with the same silent, harrowing

back, then steeled himself and raised

refugees were currently there, with even more already on the ships. Thankfully,

defenders of the metropolis had also spotted the new threat. Powerful beams of light fell from above, illuminating the quiet horde.

But it didn't.

anything. Instead of an obliterating onslaught

armaments on the wall of the port fortress were silent,

chill run down

'The hex…'

did not get a

the incoming attack, but his reaction was too slow. A

'Curse it…'

the thralls had been before falling prey to the

neglectful fool,

teeth. Indeed, he was… he had already known that the hexed residents were capable of showing unnatural strength. Why would the slaves be

or so Awakened, close to a thousand mundane soldiers, several hundreds of civilians… and thousands upon thousands of

everyone seemingly blind

was

first time in a long while, Sunny forced himself to rise once again and

'No, not everyone…'

most of the defenders seemed to be ignoring the Terror's thralls, some were still firing their rifles. That meant that the creature's hex was not absolute. With so many residents around, it