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

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

by its own garrison. Bloodwave and the Awakened of the House of Night were also there, protecting the anchored ships and overseeing the

dent

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

steeled himself and raised the Sin

thralls could not be 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 empty, the

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

But it didn't.

spotlights moved on, as if not noticing anything. Instead of an obliterating onslaught of heavy rounds,

armaments on the wall of the

a chill run down

'The hex…'

not get a chance to

disappeared, moving 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 devastating blow sent him flying backwards, the breath knocked out of him entirely.

'Curse it…'

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

a neglectful

already known that the hexed residents were capable of showing unnatural strength. Why would the slaves be different? If anything, their change would be

hundreds of civilians… and thousands upon thousands of Nightmare Creatures,

blind to their

was not

for the first time in a long while, Sunny forced himself to rise once again and look at the

'No, not everyone…'

That meant that the creature's hex was not absolute. With so many residents around,