Shadow Slave

It was a strange thing to see...

The remnants of the Dreamer Army were fighting against an overwhelming horde of Nightmare Creatures, with the members of Changing Star's cohort leading them. It was almost as if they had gathered to reenact the ruinous siege of the Crimson Spire.

Of course, not everyone who had participated in that battle was here - but most were. Out of the hundred or so Sleepers that had returned from the Forgotten Shore, more than a half chose to follow Cassie, and were now fighting for Nephis. A few decided to stay independent, like Sunny or Aiko, a few joined lesser Legacy clans, while the second-largest group - the surviving Handmaidens - followed Seishan into the embrace of the great clan Song.

The former Handmaidens were here on the battlefield, too, although not in this exact spot.

'It's like a morbid reunion...'

The Fire Keepers were fighting like the expert slayers they were - no abomination, no matter how terrifying, could shake their fighting spirit and resolve. Not because they were fearless, but simply because the survivors of the Forgotten Shore had been inoculated against the fear of Nightmare Creatures by being exposed to too much of it, too early, and with too harrowing results.

It was especially clear how out of the norm they were in contrast with the ordinary Awakened that comprised the two elite companies - the Wolves and Nightsingers. No matter how brave and capable the Awakened under the command of Effie and Kai were, they simply could not compare to the unflinching lethality of the eerily calm Fire Keepers.

And, of course, the members of Changing Star's cohort were the deadliest of them.

Effie was like a wall of steel. Nothing could move her, and nothing could move past her - all the abominations could do was die, either pierced by her spear or broken by her shield.

Kai was swift, elusive, and unpredictable. The months of fighting a bitter war against Solvane's zealots in the Nightmare had forged him into a more capable warrior than he was giving himself credit for - the enchanting young man moved like wind among the abominations, cutting them down with his sharp saber. His ivory armor seemed to shine as it reflected Changing Star's light.

Nephis herself was like a radiant omen of death. Her ruthless sword seemed inescapable, and where it could not reach, incinerating flames reached instead. Shining like a beacon of light in the dark sea of Nightmare Creatures, she was without a doubt the heart of the battle, and the guiding star that kept hope alive in the hearts of the struggling soldiers.

As long as the Immortal flame burned... humanity would not be extinguished. Even those who were indifferent to such sentimental proclamations were compelled to believe it now, watching the beautiful white radiance of Changing Star's light devour the dark tide of Nightmare Creatures.

There was Jet, as well. Although not a part of the former Dreamer Army, she was no less deadly than the rest of them... maybe even more so. There was nothing particularly flashy about how she fought, but nonetheless, the number of dead abominations surrounding her was staggering. The more of them died, the more alive she looked... it was a sight both disturbing and beautiful.

And lastly, there was Sunny.

In the past, he had perhaps been the most unassuming member of Changing Star's cohort. Every impossible feat he had performed, every improbable victory he had achieved - all of it had happened where no one could bear witness... very much so by design.

Sunny was at the center of

just too

he was perpetrating could only be described

Creatures like a man possessed by a devil. Or

face was covered in blood, because Sunny had used his sharp teeth to bite through an abomination's throat at some point, finding it

know if he was the deadliest of the

he was definitely

And frightening.

Sin of

Sunny laughed, as well.

of

it's really funny... we are all

were, and how deadly their leaders were, the situation did not look

felling countless abominations and preventing the horde from pouring into the breach. The titans were tied up by the Saints, and without

have been different. But they were not just any Masters. They were perhaps the five most powerful Masters alive... not counting monsters like

one big

the essence of their soldiers, was being slowly depleted, while the tide of abominations was seemingly endless. Only Jet could

summon Nightmare and Saint. He felt

was holding

to thrust the blade of the Cruel Sight into the chest of a howling abomination, he

sure that, together with Neph, he could take

substantial preparations at least. And perhaps Changing Star wouldn't be able to do it alone, either. But together, they

- all of his shadows and all the heat of Neph's flame - onto Saint, and send her forth. His taciturn devil was already immensely powerful, and if her

Fallen one would just

not the Titans Sunny was worried

It was the Saints.

were fighting Nightmare Creatures. But one day soon, they would most likely have to fight one or several of the seven