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.

of Sunny's cohort. Bloodwave and his Echo flanked the Awakened, protecting

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

of abominations. Blood, severed flesh, and fragments

it, damn

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

mass of abominations faster than the abominations could pile up

at considerable speed while slaughtering the

its blade. Sunny was managing somehow, for now, but his battered body was hurting all over. Even

his skin that was as hard as stone, after all, not his entire body. A sufficiently powerful strike would send a concussive shock through his insides, potentially causing internal organs to

the hell… it just never

faced a creature that might have been even more wicked. Despite it all, the hard part

an inferno of immolating flame, both mundane and magical, did not make Sunny

almost destroyed, causing the Saint to dismiss it — Master Jet took its place with a resigned expression, her wounds starting to bleed again. The somber

Shadow Manifestation from time to time — his already pitiful reserve of essence was diminishing even further with each

continued to cut through the horde unimpeded, the ground sleek

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

of it, at

gave them a moment