Shadow Slave

Before Sunny could answer, the atmosphere in the lavish hall seemed to change slightly. It was as though a wave of invisible energy rolled through it, making the air feel colder and sharper. Wake of Ruin sighed and turned around, looking at the empty space in the middle of the spacious chamber.

It had been empty before, but now, four people were standing on the lacquered floor, surrounded by the scent of the Dream Realm. For a moment, it felt as though they were simply a memory of a forgotten nightmare. But then, the feeling disappeared, and they were simply... there.

It was not often that Sunny saw Saints enter the waking world, and he had to admit that it was an eerie thing to witness. Were Awakened and mundane people as startled when he suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of them?

That idle thought streaked across his mind and disappeared without a trace when Sunny realized who exactly he was looking at. His eyes widened slightly.

Four people... and, by coincidence, he knew each of them.

The first one was Sky Tide. The Saint of the White Feather clan appeared as she always did - tall, slender, with a posture like that of an arrow. She wore a light armor of lustrous steel, and her hair fell like a cascade of pale gold. Tyris looked austere and beautiful, but also slightly inhuman because of her strange amber eyes and vertical pupils.

She stood apart from the other three, who all wore intricate suits of lusterless black armor.

The first of the three immediately attracted Sunny's gaze. His heart moved slightly... Nephis looked different in the colors of house Valor. The black armor created a striking contrast against her ivory skin, silver hair, and cool grey eyes. She looked like a beautiful dark spirit that took the form of a deadly knight to sow the seeds of discord and ruin in the mortal world.

The second person was Morgan of Valor. Every time Sunny saw her, he was unnerved by how much she resembled her older brother... however, although Morgan and Mordret looked very much like reflections of each other, her demeanor was entirely different.

Morgan had black wavy hair and alabaster skin. Her suit of armor was adorned by a vermilion cape, which was the same vibrant color as her vivid scarlet eyes. Her entire being radiated the feeling of lethal sharpness, as if she was a living blade.

However... it was the third person that made Sunny's eyes widen in guarded shock.

He was a tall and severe man, with sharp facial features and even sharper eyes. His hair was black as Morgan's - in fact, there was a lot of familiar likeness between them - and touched by silver at the temples. His strong figure radiated an almost palpable feeling of authority and pressure, and his steely blue eyes were calm and piercing. The armor he wore was simpler than that of the other two, as though the man did not need its protection.

frown appeared

Madoc?! What the hell is

man was none other than Saint Madoc, the Whispering Blade... brother of Anvil and the nominal leader

watched, Sir Madoc turned his head and smiled calmly, somehow making his smile look both friendly and demanding

"Wake of Ruin."

in front of Sunny and Jet, staring at the newcomers with a neutral expression. He lingered for a moment before saying in his hoarse

Blade. I have to admit... your appearance is a

pleasant smile widened

clan announced its full support for the brave men and women of the Evacuation Army. That, of course, includes

as far as to send his own brother to Antarctica. Madoc,

laughed slightly, then

addressing me. I'm just here to offer support and make sure that nothing untoward

toward Morgan, and then

in this endeavor. I trust

silent for a few

that case, welcome to Antarctica, Lady

glance toward Whispering Blade, and then

Immortal Flame... and yet all three of you seem to be subordinated to a young woman with no known achievements to her

It seemed that his barely disguised provocation had no effect

was calm

takes this matter extremely seriously. Which is why I have been entrusted

Wake of Ruin sighed.