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.

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, and Silent

descended on the horde itself. Saint Cor's strongest suit had never been facing a single, overwhelmingly powerful adversary - in the battle against the winged titan, he could only provide

a large number of weaker targets, however, Wake

with sharp talons and even sharper beaks. If those were ordinary carrion birds, they would not have been able to do much damage to the

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

taken place was grisly

like that, the scales of the battle

the army formation regained its vigor, and even started pushing the horde back. Soon after, a second titan was slain, the forest of

remaining two titans was sealed. The appalling mountain of flesh and the ghostly apparition were felled in short

the side of the

abominations was simply too great. There remained truly powerful creatures among them, as well... tyrants, devils, and demons of all

definition of the word. An ordinary 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 wanted to rip

total annihilation would lead

so, that was

by Morgan, the army stood its ground and

of 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 sludge after absorbing

most glorious thing Sunny

grand battlefield, he couldn't quite believe what he saw. The scale of the battle they had just won was