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…"

to his feet and froze for a split second, thinking

chasing the Tyrant, he was now behind 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 currently concentrated on

Awakened of the House of Night were also there, protecting the

put a dent

of the drowned residents of LO49, the black water seethed and boiled, releasing even more thralls. Nightmare Creatures… thousands of them… were rising from

back, then steeled

there, with even more already on the ships. Thankfully, the elevator platforms leading to Falcon

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

But it didn't.

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

armaments on the wall of the port fortress were silent,

a chill

'The hex…'

not get a chance to finish the

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

'Curse it…'

to assess the enemy's 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 dangerous than their former

are a neglectful fool, aren't

known that the hexed residents were capable

close to a thousand mundane soldiers, several hundreds of civilians…

blind

situation was not

while, Sunny

'No, not everyone…'

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