Shadow Slave

East Antarctica was many times larger than the Antarctic Center, both in terms of territory and population. Its landscape was also much more varied, with vast plains, long mountain chains, and numerous lakes that ranged from relatively small to those that were as large as seas.

Somewhere out there, in that cold expanse, twenty-one siege capitals were currently enduring the onslaught of Nightmare Creatures. Each of them was comparable to Falcon Scott in size, and there were close to nine hundred million people protected by their walls.

Sunny was looking into the distance, feeling a bit uncomfortable. In front of him was a vast plain that stretched all the way to the horizon, covered in snow. It was littered by giant boulders that stood like solemn monuments to the ancient past, and cut by countless deep canyons. Here and there, hordes of abominations could be seen, flowing across the plain like dark rivers.

After months spent in the mountainous Antarctic Center, it was strange to be able to see that far. The world was broad and shrouded in dim twilight, looking quite surreal. Sunny felt... exposed.

"What a bleak sight."

It was still better than the poisoned wilderness of the other continents. He could freely breathe here, at least. There were also much fewer scars left by the destructive wars of the Dark Times here, although there were some. He could see the skeletal remains of massive war machines and the ruins of destroyed towns far in the distance, all covered with snow.

With a sigh, Sunny turned around. Behind him was a slope leading to the ocean shore. Jet had just finished climbing the slope and stopped near him, breathing heavily. She still looked like a dead woman walking... but at least she was breathing again. That alone made her less unnerving.

Soul Reaper remained silent for a few moments, then cursed quietly.

"There are still Gates near us."

Indeed, the Call was still too strong for them to escape into the Dream Realm. She studied the plain before looking at him.

"Do you have a working communicator?"

Sunny shifted awkwardly, then gestured to the Graceless Dusk.

"This is a Transcendent armor, you know. It has many wonderful enchantments. Sadly... one thing it doesn't have is pockets. I used to carry a few useful items inside a spatial storage Memory, but those were all destroyed by the Heart of Darkness. So, no. I don't have a communicator on me."

Indeed, the Covetous Coffer was more or less empty now. Sunny had spent most of his supplies during the escape to Falcon Scott, and what little remained was then obliterated by the dark beetles. The only thing they had not been able to destroy were the spools of diamond thread from the Ebony Tower.

Jet sighed.

"Pity. Mine was frozen solid. We can't even contact Army Command, then."

Sunny watched the distant hordes of Nightmare Creatures for a while.

"Well, then we just have to keep moving deeper inland until we find a safe spot to use our anchors."

which looked quite frightening, considering her current state. She lingered for a few seconds, then shook her

won't be easy. This place is in a much better state than the Antarctic Center was, but that's just inside the siege capitals. Out here in the wilderness, the Nightmare Creatures still reign unopposed. You know better

Sunny smiled darkly.

there are no civilians slowing us down. Hell, there's not even a murderous

ominous red flames burning in his eyes. The stallion's adamantine horns glinted dully in

the Overpriced Saddle and went about strapping it on the

a while, she

the hell did you end

paused, and then shook

scratch that. In retrospect, it makes too much sense. We even met once, when that Gate manifested

Sunny coughed.

whole thing went out of control really fast.

her voice sounding hoarse and

under the radar? You call challenging Morgan of

He winced.

gotten a little greedy. Once or twice. But hey, at least I got a very good bow

Reaper shook

rare Aspects that allow Awakened to create Memories are? There

into sorcery with Jet

long conversation. If he explained that his ability to create and modify Memories had not come from his Aspect, but rather from an Attribute, he would have to explain what Blood Weave was, which in turn would require

for that matter. As far as Sunny knew, his ability to see and interact with spellweave was

Sunny glanced at Jet and

about that Morgan, anyway?

Soul Reaper sighed.

clans. Those from the great clans - well, you can imagine. Morgan is not just any member of clan Valor, either.

darkened. He finished dealing with the saddle

Are you

with her hollow, dead eyes.

behind her. Memories, Echoes, soul shards... you can't imagine how much power the

He scoffed.

of a stretch to call us friends. And I think you are selling

Soul Reaper grinned.

up stuck in the waking