Shadow Slave

By the time Sunny and Nephis escaped from the noxious cloud, the situation on the battlefield had changed.

The Wolves, the Nightsingers, and the Fire Keepers were cut off from the Nightmare Creatures by the deathly miasma, so they received a few moments of respite. The poison itself, meanwhile, was blown into the depths of the horde by Sky Tide's winds, wreaking havoc among the abominations.

Suddenly, the pressure on the center of the army formation lessened.

The fighting on the flanks, however, only grew more furious.

Sunny reached the line of soldiers, passed between the forward fighters, and plopped down on the ground, breathing heavily. Nephis was in no better state than him - worse, actually. The pain of having to use her Abilities for so long had taken a toll on her.

She lowered herself to the ground near him, staring at the mud with distant eyes. The Awakened met their return with wide smiles, faces shining with relief and triumph. Seeing that the two Masters were exhausted and needed to catch their breaths, they closed ranks around them and prepared their weapons, watching the hazy wall of swirling miasma with cold focus.

If something suddenly lunged at the formation from the poisonous haze, the soldiers were prepared to meet it with sharp blades.

Sunny slowly exhaled, returning from the rampant state of battle frenzy. Then, he looked up.

The fall of one of the titans was a great victory in and of itself. However, it had meaning far beyond the death of a powerful abomination...

Much more important was the fact that the death of the winged horror would inevitably cause a cascade of meaningful consequences. In fact, the chain reaction was already beginning.

Tide were free, each of them moved to provide support in other spots on the battlefield. The steel-winged bird of prey fell like a sword of heavens, obliterating a vast swath of crawling vines that Summer Knight, Dire Fang,

Cor's strongest suit had never been facing a single, overwhelmingly powerful adversary - in

was unleashed on a large number of weaker targets, however, Wake of Ruin was finally able to showcase his

of crows lunged at the abominations from the dark skies, tearing into them with sharp talons and even sharper beaks. If those were ordinary carrion birds, they would not have been

one crow was not enough, ten would gather to riddle the creature with ghastly wounds. If ten was not enough, a hundred would descend on

had taken

the scales of

vigor, and even started pushing the horde back. Soon after, a second titan was slain, the forest of vines growing

was sealed. The appalling mountain of flesh and the ghostly apparition were felled in short succession, letting every Saint turn

yet decided. The advantage was on the side of the humans, but even with the Transcendents joining the fight against the sea of Nightmare

and the number of abominations was simply too

enemy would have had their morale broken and fled after sustaining terrible losses and watching four mighty titans, the driving force of the horde, fall. But abominations knew no retreat. Even while dying, they only

total annihilation would

that was what humans

army stood its ground and

corpses. The ghastly carpet of monstrous bodies covered the plain, stretching far into the distance. Countless crows filled the sky, and the ground had turned into wet

was the most glorious thing Sunny

he couldn't quite believe what he saw. The scale of the battle they had just won was simply too unbelievable. Even after witnessing massive