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

like a dark scar. The whispers of the Call grew louder and louder

had started with those situated within

the Gate that Knight Shtad had ventured into, and the area of the

because of its proximity to Song's territory, and it grew only more dire now because the hunting grounds of the Corrupted Titan

abandoned, and why Saint Madoc was

help the Knight secure

had long taken the place of Squire

seemingly

"Are you ready, Squire?"

Saint into the Dream Realm would be in

"Always, my lord."

words tasted revolting

nodded with approval and offered

The world grew bleak.

Then, it disappeared.

Mordret found himself in a vast, lightless space between dream

light flooded his

assaulted his

of scorching sand

vision. He felt deeply uncomfortable, because there were very few reflective surfaces in

him was a

tall dunes in a flood of immolating 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

the stark shadows

frowned, then shifted slightly, hearing sand rustle behind

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

boiled as it touched the white

looked at the remains of the Nightmare

"Stay on guard."