Shadow Slave

1039 The Fall of Falcon Scott (57)

Bloodwave reached them just a moment later. The mighty Saint looked… spent. Sunny shivered when he noticed that his armor was torn, and there were ugly injuries covering his body. Out of the three Echoes, only the monstrous crab remained… the other two had either been destroyed or dismissed to save them from perishing.

'Even the Transcendent Echo is gone… gods. What could have destroyed one of those and severely injured a Saint? The Heart of Darkness… just what kind of creature was it?'

He felt a bit of dread, and a bit of curiosity. However, now was not the time to ask questions.

Their small party had to hurry and fight their way back through the boundless horde of Nightmare Creatures. Five Awakened, two Masters, one Saint… as well as two powerful Shadows and an Echo. They were an exceedingly formidable group.

Granted, all of them were wounded, tired, and low on essence. Still, cutting through the horde while keeping everyone alive would not pose a problem.

In theory.

Bloodwave studied the rest for a moment, then sent his Echo forward and growled, his voice husky, low, and domineering:

"Move!"

Saint spared the mighty Saint an indifferent glance, then mounted Nightmare and sent the dark destrier into a gallop, the spearhead of the Cruel Sight igniting with the incandescent white glow in her hand, a shield made of pure darkness weighing on the other. They moved ahead of the party, cutting into the horde as a fierce vanguard.

behind, accompanied by the members of Sunny's cohort. Bloodwave and his Echo flanked the Awakened, protecting

rear position, dragging his tired body along and preventing the abominations from attacking the backs of his

mass of abominations. Blood, severed flesh, and fragments of broken

damn it,

to the walls of Falcon Scott was simply too vast. Countless Nightmare Creatures

cut through the mass of abominations faster than the

while slaughtering the mass of Nightmare Creatures pursuing the party. By now,

how sharp and swift the Sin of Solace was, no creature could resist its blade. Sunny was managing somehow, for now, but his battered body was hurting all over. Even though the Marble Shell had yet to succumb to an attack, the few blows he failed to dodge or deflect still delivered some

not his entire body. A sufficiently powerful strike would send a concussive shock through

just never ends,

creature that might have been even more wicked. Despite it all, the

any moment, plunging the whole place into an

it — Master Jet took its place with a resigned expression, her wounds starting to bleed again. The somber glaive was nowhere to be seen, but a slender

he was forced to support himself with Shadow Manifestation

yet, they continued to cut through the horde unimpeded,

felt like a thousand years of slaughter, the party finally reached the melted

Creatures… what was left of it, at least. A grim expression settled on Sunny's face when

gave them a moment of respite, and gave