Shadow Slave

The sky parted, sliced through by a narrow vertical rift. Behind it, the fabric of reality made way for a dark, harrowing abyss of nothingness — both light and darkness seemed to be twisted and changed near the Gate, breaking as they were destroyed.

The rift dwarfed the entire battlefield, stretching for hundreds and hundreds of meters into the shattered sky. The abandoned outpost, and the black fissure of the Nightmare Gate that led to the vicinity of the Black Skull, looked tiny and insignificant in front of it.

An invisible shockwave rolled outward from the point where the gargantuan rift touched the ground, exerting an almost irresistible force. Sunny braced himself, but still staggered as the wave passed through him, barely managing to stay on his feet.

His mind was drowned by the deafening, cacophonous howling of the Call — it was many times louder, more unbearable, and maddeningly demanding than it had ever been before.

Sunny desperately resisted the overwhelming desire to submit.

All around them, the Awakened warriors screamed as they grabbed their heads and fell to their knees. Their eyes were wide open, but unseeing. Some were bleeding, and some seemed to be crawling toward the Gate. Some were thrown to the ground by the shockwave.

The invisible force made no distinction between those serving Valor and those serving Song — they were all the same in the face of the harrowing rift.

Mundane humans, if any had come to witness this battle, would have been outright killed by the pressure of the Gate.

Sunny staggered back and looked up at it in terror.

His lips moved.

"Four… it's a Category Four Nightmare Gate…"

And, just as he said those words…

The world shook again, and another rift tore through the sky.

The world convulsed, and one more sliced the fabric of reality apart.

Like three dark pillars holding up the heavens— or three vile spears cruelly thrust into the flesh of the world — three colossal Nightmare Gates surrounded the battlefield, cutting out all paths of retreat.

that there was a way to escape

three armies — the valiant warriors of Clan Valor, the fearless soldiers of Clan Song, and those Awakened of the Evacuation Army that had come as escorts of Saint Cor —were trapped between the

then, something vast moved in the abyssal darkness of the first

suddenly pushed from it into the waking world, each as large as a tower. There

of the vertical rift and strained, as if trying

horrifying part of it all

That they succeeded.

spread through the sky. Then, the gaping wound of the Nightmare Gate was torn open, and a seething mass of the same dark flesh flowed out

flesh expanded, turning into gargantuan black tentacles, which

a step back. His eyes

black tentacle. The Awakened sheltered in the stone fort on its carapace were thrown into the

the massive figure of the titanic worm. The titan rose its repulsive body into the air to meet them… but a moment later, it was torn to shreds,

away. A split second later, the Reflection of Silent Stalker disappeared under the tide of dark

Most shocking of all…

suddenly staggered back from the vague figure outlined in

fountain of blood suddenly bloomed where the vague figure had stood a moment ago. There was no time to react,

visible as they splattered all around, unrecognizable as

the King of Swords and an elder

He was dead.

Sunny and Nephis watched

Great… a Great Terror?

shivered, hypnotized by the terrible sight of a Great Nightmare

of it. The mere thought of

the darkness within the other two Gates moved, as

that would enter the waking world in mere

Were zero.

were obliterated in seconds, a Master like him