Shadow Slave

1027 The Fall of Falcon Scott (45)

His Shadow was a Transcendent now.

Sunny found it hard to believe, even though he had been the one who made her Transcendence possible. It was just that Saints held a special place in human culture — they were the epitome of vast and unobtainable power. They were more demigods than people... enigmatic and awe-inspiring, so distant as to almost be ineffable.

He was now a Master himself, and on top of that, one of the strongest there was. But even still, a huge gap separated Sunny from someone like Sky Tide or Bloodwave, which he did not dare test.

To think that a similar existence now served him... it was hard to comprehend. Saint's Transcendence, without a doubt, marked a new chapter in Sunny's rise to power.

Of course, it was unclear where the onyx knight was truly equal to the mighty Saints of the human race.

In terms of purely physical prowess, she was at least on par with them, and most likely far superior. Her skill was outstanding, as was her talent and willpower... after all, Saint had always been outstanding. She often triumphed over adversaries that were much more powerful than her.

But so were human Transcendents. There was no such thing as an average Saint — each and every one of them were the absolute best of the human race, battle-hardened warriors of utmost talent, resolve, and ability, with thousands upon thousands of bloody fights under their belt.

There was also one fundamental difference between humans and creatures such as his Shadow... humans possessed Aspects, while creatures did not.

Saint had just gained her powers, wielding elemental darkness to strengthen her body and her weapons. However, every human Transcendent wielded a powerful Aspect and was armed with several potent Abilities, including the Transformation.

They were also all carriers of the Nightmare Spell.

up victorious if Saint fought a human Transcendent. He had a feeling that, by herself, the onyx knight would lose... however, if she was augmented

no intention of combating Saints any time

had made

day is only getting better and

Or was it night?

it was always night, so sticking to the

area for a few minutes. After a while, his communicator made a familiar

her response was shorter than usual,

so many mundanes being killed by the First Nightmare here in Antarctica — and having killed many monstrous abominations their bodies had turned into — that worry only grew

Sunny sighed.

okay. She's safe... there is no reason for her to contract the Spell, to

how dire his need for essence had been from day one in this cold hell. Not to mention

yet, Sunny had not regretted leaving it with Rain even once. Her safety took precedence... and he had many other ways to protect himself. If anything, experiencing the bitter hardships of the Antarctica campaign without the Serpent had given him

away, each of the Shadows

the case, maybe the dismal rate at which he received Echoes was not such a terrible thing. He might have been very upset if someone like Kurt — the Awakened psychopath he

time, his dislike of the man, and of the idea of owning human Echoes, had prevented Sunny from wasting fragments on the transformation, but he would have caved in if given

make Kurt into a Shadow without losing Saint or Serpent? He was just an Awakened Monster

'I'm rambling.'

remained motionless for a few moments, staring into

distract

Goliath was approaching.