Shadow Slave

The pilot did not spend a long time bidding farewell to her comrades. By that point in the campaign, everyone had experienced loss and defeat... the soldiers had not grown numb to watching people die, but they did become used to it.

Death had always surrounded those who fought against the Nightmare Spell, and here in Antarctica, it was even more inescapable, both for the Awakened and for the mundanes.

When the young woman returned, however, a confused expression appeared on her face. Sunny raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

The pilot pointed.

"Uh... where did my MWP go?"

He looked back. The wrecked war platform was, indeed, gone. In its place, hidden behind a pile of dirt, sat an ugly little creature. It was hurriedly pushing a piece of bent alloy into its wide, toothy mouth with both hands. Noticing that someone was looking, the creature froze for a moment and feverishly continued to chew on the armored alloy, as if afraid that it would be taken away.

Sunny rolled his eyes.

little bastard right there ate

to imagine that the scrawny imp had devoured the massive machine, considering that it was dozens of times larger than him... but that was exactly what had happened. Sunny did not know what kind of infernal engine was hidden in the Imp's stomach, but the little guy's appetite was inexhaustible. Anything that

shuddered, remembering how he had turned the tiny wretch

Antarctica. Before, Sunny had been planning to become a Tyrant first - but that was because he needed more power, fast, during the siege of Falcon Scott. Now that things had calmed down, the circumstances were not as pressing. He could allow himself to delay a little, and made converting the Echo of the

itself had looked pretty much the same as the first time. In the tranquil silence of his Soul Sea, two

on a fundamental level. The boundless spellweave that was

compare to the magnificent stone knight in any shape or form, after all. Nevertheless, that was how Sunny had acquired his fourth Shadow. What came next, however... that, he did not like to think

blank slate and had tremendous potential for growth, but Sunny had to be careful about what he fed the gluttonous creature. Some types of food were easy to come by, but would produce mediocre results. Worse titan that, be strongly

one he could not compromise on,

were almost impossible to find, Sunny had no choice but to feed the hateful gremlin some of his own flesh

creature looked around, then stared at him with fright and ran away, hiding behind Saint's leg. The imp then grabbed her calve with his eight clawed fingers and cautiously peeked from behind

"Get over here, bastard!"

offered the gremlin his forearm and ordered him to take a bite, the bastard's eyes ignited with ferocious glee,

experience for Sunny. I-le endured it by bitterly fantasizing about killing the vile little creature for the second time. However,

thanks to being one, and Sunny himself was even more unique — he was