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…"

and froze for

could escape the shore without being torn to shreds by the defensive armaments… granted, most of the First Army forces were currently

its own garrison. Bloodwave and the Awakened of the

dent in the defenses of the port. As for

he saw something that made his blood run cold. There, behind the slowly advancing figures of the drowned residents of LO49, the

back, then steeled himself

Hundreds of thousands of refugees were currently there, with even more already on the ships. Thankfully, the elevator

beams of light fell from above, illuminating the quiet horde. A instant

But it didn't.

as if not noticing anything. Instead of an obliterating onslaught

wall of the port fortress

a chill

'The hex…'

a chance

with much more speed than he had been capable of as a human. Sunny shifted, trying to deflect the incoming attack, but his reaction was too slow. A

'Curse it…'

been mistaken to assess the enemy's power based on how powerful the thralls had been before falling prey to the Terror. Whatever the creature had

a neglectful

had already known that the hexed residents were capable of

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

everyone seemingly blind to

was not

while, Sunny forced himself to rise once again and

'No, not everyone…'

Terror's thralls, some were still firing their rifles. That meant that the creature's hex was not absolute. With so many residents