Shadow Slave

Sunny had gone through many chilling trials in his tumultuous life, but the Nightmare Desert was, perhaps, the most harrowing ordeal of them all. Lost in a true Death Zone, pursued by a Great Nightmare Creature, and running out of time... he saw little hope of making it out of this tribulation alive.

Nevertheless, there were two paths he could take.

The first one was to follow Morgan to the Tomb of Ariel, and the second one was to follow Mordret into the Third Nightmare.

Both paths were equally lethal and veiled in uncertainty, making it hard for him to choose.

In the end, Sunny made the most prudent decision - he postponed making a choice by a few days.

After all, there was a time limit set by Morgan in her daring attempt to reach the black pyramid. Four days... if they did not arrive at the daemon's tomb in four days, Summer Knight was going to take her back to the waking world, leaving the rest of them behind.

So, Sunny was going to put his hopes in the Princess of War, and if she failed to accomplish her goal, he would answer Mordret's invitation and follow the only remaining path into a Seed of Nightmare.

The Prince of Nothing was not very happy with the delay, but he had no other choice except to agree with Sunny and wait patiently. He really needed the strength of Changing Star's cohort if he was to challenge a Third Nightmare... especially one that he knew nothing about, and would be entering without any preparations.

Masters were the best of the best among the warriors of humanity - unlike Awakened, who had no choice but to face the trials of the Spell and survive them, each Master had chosen to venture into their Second Nightmares voluntarily. Only the strongest and most resourceful survived and Ascended.

And out of those strongest, hundreds and hundreds had attempted the Third Nightmare in the last few decades. Yet... only a few dozen humans returned, thus becoming Saints.

That alone spoke about how deadly the Third Nightmare was.

not very enthusiastic about venturing into the Third Nightmare at the ripe age of twenty. Maybe if he was a titan with seven fully saturated cores and another decade

that Morgan would be able to lead them to

end up being forced to put all my hopes in

siblings were the last people in two worlds he wanted to

here

still, with each hour and every day that passed, it was starting to look more and more as if Mordret had been telling the

assaulted by torturous heat, which sapped them of all energy, will, and desire to live. The suffocating nature of the pristine sea of dunes had only affected them physically at first, but as time went

did not help that none of them could really sleep, gripped by the fear of the cataclysmic battle that raged across the ancient desert at night. The further into the dunes they went, the more terrifying creatures would

but at the same time, less and less of them looked durable enough to withstand the fury

day were becoming more and more powerful. At first, Sir Gilead alone

tread with utmost caution, lest they

them

slowing down allowed the Gate Guardian - Skinwalker -

that pursuit was only growing more urgent. There were two reasons why the great abomination was getting harder and

first one was that Sunny and the rest could not allow themselves to move forward as swiftly as they had before. The second was that... the

quickly learning about the waking world, the Awakened, about the powers they possessed, and about the way they thought. At first, it had only been able

into the waking world, as well. How many vessels of the great abomination were there in Antarctica by now? Hundreds?

...Millions?

to escape from the Skinwalker's pursuit,

Everyone was... tired.

despair. The gauntlet of the Nightmare Desert was just too cruel, too