Shadow Slave

On a vast plain peppered with twisting streams and shallow lakes, a cataclysmic battle was taking place. Legions of Nightmare Creatures were flowing across it like a dark tide, with several titanic figures marching among them. The ground shook with each of their steps, and the skies above were obscured by a whirlwind of hungry crows.

Humans fought against the abominations in the shadow of their wings. Today, the forces of humanity gathered from all across Antarctica to stop the march of the titanic horde.

Seven Saints led them into battle.

There was Wake of Ruin, the Carrion Crow - a legendary figure who had been protecting the waking world since the times of the First Generation. Whispering Blade, the first blade of the great clan Valor, who had led countless Awakened warriors in the conquest of the Dream Realm.

There was Beastmaster, the fearsome and enchanting daughter of the great clan Song, and her sister, Silent Stalker, who was a huntress and a slayer of things. There was also Sky Tide of the White Feather clan and Dire Fang, a bestial warrior of incomparable savagery and strength.

There were close to a hundred Masters on the battlefield, as well, serving as champions and officers of the human army.

Sunny was one of these Masters.

As he watched the inconceivable scene of the clash between two mighty forces, awed by its scale and ferocity, there was only one thought in his mind:

'Holy hell.'

He had seen a lot of incredible things in his life, but all - with the exception of the visage of Hope - paled in comparison to this calamitous confrontation. It was, without a doubt, the largest battle that had happened since the start of the Antarctica campaign... and maybe even in the history of this world.

Sunny was currently high above the battlefield, in what served as the command center for the joined army of the government and the great clans.

The command center was situated in a stone fort... which stood on top of the carapace of a giant, monstrous tortoise. Which was one of Morgan's Echoes. Luckily, the Princess of Valor - the Princess of War - had not summoned it on the day of her arrival. Otherwise, the giant beast would have flattened the entire government building.

like

to play the role of a detached strategist. The Princess of War, on the other hand, was a genius tactician -

keeping an eye out so that Morgan did not get

Jet, Nephis,

out to close the gaps in the spot of the battlefield where the situation was the most dire. As for Song of the Fallen, she had proven to be

to see through the eyes of soldiers throughout the battlefield, she could relay all necessary information to the commander in mere moments. With her help, Morgan's

Cassie shifted a little, a

The Third Company of the Lyra Brigade is sustaining heavy casualties because of the change in terrain, caused by the burrower minions of the Fallen Tyrant, designation

glanced at the blind young woman. Her vermilion eyes

on

particular spot

minutes, give

Morgan smiled.

But... not fast enough. I will send one

to give the order, but stopped

Send it to reinforce Three

at her

"Why?"

blind girl remained silent for a

Demon, designation Frost Furnace. We must make sure that he preserves as much essence as possible, for now. There

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