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 in

an abandoned fortress, a Nightmare Gate tore reality apart like a dark scar. The whispers of the Call grew louder and louder as they

his family had explored a lot of Nightmare Gates. They had started with those situated within the siege capitals under the

rather special. It was the Gate that Knight Shtad had ventured into, and the area of the Dream Realm connected to it hid within itself a precious

its proximity to Song's territory, and it grew only more dire now

outpost had been abandoned, and why Saint Madoc was personally escorting them to

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 the

had long taken the

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

"Are you ready, Squire?"

the Dream Realm would be in the greatest danger. Mordret pretended

"Always, my lord."

revolting on

and offered

The world grew bleak.

Then, it disappeared.

himself in a vast, lightless space between dream and

light flooded his

assaulted his

scorching sand flooded his

Mordret regained his vision. He felt deeply uncomfortable, because there were very few reflective surfaces in the surrounding area - limited to

him was a vast

heat. The sands of the desert were flawlessly white, and the

rose from beneath the sand, scattered across the desert like the bones of a half-buried

horrors hid in the stark

then shifted slightly, hearing

split second later, however, it was suddenly dismantled, falling apart in the air. It was as

it touched the

remains of the Nightmare Creature and

"Stay on guard."