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 feverishly about

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 the southern side of the wall, fighting against

of the House of Night were also there, protecting the anchored ships and overseeing the loading of the

put a dent in the defenses of the

that made his blood run cold. There, behind the slowly advancing figures of the drowned residents of LO49, the black water seethed and

step back, then steeled

there, with even more already on the ships. Thankfully,

of light fell from above, illuminating the quiet horde. A instant later, a hail

But it didn't.

obliterating onslaught of heavy rounds, all that

armaments on the wall of the

felt a chill run down

'The hex…'

did not get a

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

'Curse it…'

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…

are a neglectful

known that the hexed residents were capable of

mundane soldiers, several hundreds of civilians… and thousands upon thousands of Nightmare Creatures, all controlled

blind to their

was

true fear for the first time in a long while, Sunny forced himself to

'No, not everyone…'

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