Shadow Slave

The pallid centipede was slithering across a desolate landscape, followed by an army of abominable bone creatures. Its massive body tore forward, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. The ground was pierced and upturned by its thousand sharp legs, the ancient boulders shattered, the brooks of clear water spoiled with and turned into streams of poison.

Soon, a wide river appeared in the distance. The ghastly tyrant did not slow down, continuing its ruinous advance. Then, however...

The monstrous centipede slowed down.

Its appalling head swiveled, rising into the air. Its harrowing maw opened. The branches of the dead trees that served as the creature's horns swayed lightly in the wind.

The wind had brought with it a strange sound.

The distant weeping of a flute.

The centipede lingered for a few moments, then suddenly changed direction, lunging toward the source of the discordant sound. It did not have eyes, but the black eye sockets of the countless skulls forming its carapace seemed to radiate dark, ineffable malice.

The Corrupted Tyrant pursued the source of the simple melody. However, the flute player remained elusive like a ghost. Sometimes, the creature seemed to draw near the player, but he always managed to slip away at the last moment. All it found were empty shadows.

However, at some point, the pursuit came to an end.

The hideous centipede had almost reached the river by that point. In front of it was a natural ford formed by a line of enormous boulders, with only their tops emerging from the water. On the opposite side of the river, a lone human was sitting cross-legged on a stone, playing a strange emerald flute.

It was a young man with pale skin and dark hair, wearing a tunic of black silk.

to play the flute. His

He sighed.

improved... but

the river, raising a towering wave, and its soldiers followed. Some of the bone abominations jumped heavily across the boulders, most simply dove

and looked at the sky. The sun

watched, several things happened at

hundreds of human figures rose from the trenches dug higher up the slope. Third, a barrage of artillery shells and tungsten rounds descended upon the bone abominations from

but resisted the mundane implements of war. Their progress, however, was

was when the Awakened

the soldiers of the

lost a limb. Yet another one was suddenly covered by a layer of sizzling amber liquid that corroded the bones, eating

that initial salvo destroyed dozens

the Tyrant

slope in front of the trenches, wielding a spear and a large round shield. Her voice

"Wolves! Prepare! For war!"

happened... he suddenly felt exhilarating power rush into his

did indeed undergo a striking improvement. It was as though his body had received

'Incredible...'

enjoyed the augmentation of the shadows, the physical boost was not that pronounced.

this Ability had no limit to how many people could be empowered by it. Anyone who saw Effie and was deemed an ally by

their commander to enjoy the boon of her power. However, considering that Effie almost always preferred to fight on the frontline, that was usually