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…"

then rose to his feet and froze for a split second,

the city. There were tall cliffs between the ocean and the 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

of the House

a dent in the defenses of

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 Creatures… thousands of them… were rising from the waves, all moving with the

back, then steeled himself and raised the Sin of

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

also spotted the new threat. Powerful beams of light fell from above, illuminating

But it didn't.

on, as if not noticing anything. Instead of an obliterating onslaught of

wall of the port fortress were silent,

chill run down his

'The hex…'

get a chance to

reaction was too slow. A devastating blow sent him flying backwards, the

'Curse it…'

power based on how powerful the thralls had been before falling prey to the Terror. Whatever the creature had done to them… had made them into… was much more

a neglectful

to inhale, Sunny gritted his teeth. Indeed, he was… he had already known that the hexed residents were capable of showing unnatural strength. Why would

a thousand mundane soldiers, several hundreds of civilians… and thousands upon thousands of

blind

was

Sunny forced himself

'No, not everyone…'

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