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…"

his feet and froze for a split second, thinking feverishly about

northern wall of Falcon Scott, so nothing could escape the shore without being torn to shreds by the defensive armaments… granted, most of the First Army forces were currently concentrated on the southern side of the wall,

Awakened of the House

to put a dent

Sunny's mind, he saw something that made his blood run cold. There, behind the slowly advancing figures of the drowned residents of LO49, the black water seethed and boiled, releasing even more thralls. Nightmare

an involuntary step back, then steeled himself and raised

allowed to reach the port. Hundreds of thousands of refugees were currently there, with even more already on the ships. Thankfully, the elevator platforms leading to Falcon Scott were

light fell from above, illuminating the quiet horde. A instant later, a hail of bullets was supposed to tear into

But it didn't.

anything. Instead of an obliterating onslaught of heavy rounds, all that

on the wall of the port

chill

'The hex…'

get a chance to finish the

his reaction was too slow. A devastating blow sent him flying backwards, the breath knocked out of him entirely. He crashed

'Curse it…'

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

a neglectful fool, aren't

were capable of showing unnatural strength. Why would the slaves be different?

several hundreds of civilians…

everyone seemingly blind to their

situation was

in a long while, Sunny forced himself to rise once again and look at

'No, not everyone…'

to be ignoring the Terror's thralls, some were still firing their rifles. That meant that