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 them from the

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

mass of abominations. Blood, severed flesh, and fragments of broken bone instantly filled

it, damn it,

weak, and some of them were truly powerful. However, the horde that Goliath had brought to the walls of Falcon Scott was simply too vast. Countless Nightmare Creatures were throwing themselves at the exhausted humans in a rabid frenzy, every moment,

of

had to move backwards at considerable speed while slaughtering the mass of Nightmare Creatures pursuing the party. By

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

A sufficiently powerful strike would send a concussive shock through his insides, potentially causing internal

just never ends,

a creature that might have been even more wicked.

around him could blow at any moment, plunging the whole place into an

resigned expression, her wounds starting to

was forced to support himself with Shadow Manifestation

continued to cut through the horde unimpeded, the

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

the southern section was holding back the ocean of Nightmare Creatures… what was left of it, at least. A

soldiers gave them a moment of respite, and gave