Shadow Slave

Mordret was still getting used to the fact that it never got dark in Antarctica. Because of that, the concept of time here was vague and abstract. The landscape itself was not like anything else he had seen in the waking world, and with countless Nightmare Creatures flooding the continent, it was easy to imagine that they were actually in the Dream Realm.

A whole continent of people, pulled into hell.

'No... it's much too early for that...'

The sky was strange, the land was strange, and the beings populating that land were strange.

And yet, wasn't he the strangest one?

'Isn't it nice, to be with family?'

His uncle's wide back was right in front of him.

Saint Madoc was walking across the desolate plain, not at all concerned by the hordes of Nightmare Creatures moving in the distance. A small force of Awakened followed, with Mordret in the lead. They had left their vehicles behind to traverse the last stretch of wilderness on foot, knowing that remaining unseen was more important than remaining safe.

The warriors of Valor were subdued, but full of unshaken resolve. Even surrounded by unspeakable danger, none of them showed the smallest sign of fear. They were ready to face any kind of threat, no matter how dire, and fight any kind of enemy.

Be it abominations or humans.

Mordret, meanwhile, was simply staring at his uncle's back.

How easy would it be to put a sword right through it?

He suppressed a sigh.

Sadly, not easy at all. Not even because of the priceless enchanted armor Whispering Blade was clad in, but simply because Whispering Blade was Whispering Blade.

If any of Mordret's family members were easy to kill, he would not be stuck wearing the cumbersome vessel of Squire Warren for so long.

'There'll come a day...'

forward

a Nightmare Gate tore reality apart like a dark scar. The whispers of the

force brought to Antarctica by his family had explored a lot of Nightmare Gates. They had started with those situated within the siege capitals under the clan's control, and then

was the Gate that Knight Shtad had ventured into, and the area of the Dream Realm connected to it hid within

extremely dangerous part of Antarctica... it had been dangerous before because of its proximity to Song's territory, and it grew

the fortified outpost had been abandoned,

his people - three cohorts of distinguished Awakened warriors - were meant to be the first wave of reinforcements sent to help the Knight secure his prize. Due to the importance of that mission, Whispering Blade was going to transport them across

taken the place of Squire Warren,

uncle studied the eerie rift of the Gate in silence, seemingly unaffected by the maddening pull of the Call, and then

"Are you ready, Squire?"

would be in the greatest danger. Mordret pretended to be stalwart and resolute as he

"Always, my lord."

tasted revolting on

with approval and offered him his

The world grew bleak.

Then, it disappeared.

Mordret found himself in a vast, lightless space

blinding light flooded his

assaulted his

smell of scorching sand

deeply uncomfortable, because there were very few reflective surfaces

him was

of an incandescent sun was bathing the tall dunes in a flood of immolating heat. The sands of the desert were flawlessly white, and the

the sand, scattered across the desert like the bones of a

in the

shifted slightly,

it was suddenly dismantled, falling apart in the air. It was as if a

blood boiled as it touched the white

the remains of the Nightmare Creature and

"Stay on guard."