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.

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

or wrong, and that Morgan would be able to lead them to the black pyramid. Having to make a deal with the Prince of Nothing

being forced to put all my

were the last people in two

here

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

will, and desire to

of the cataclysmic battle that raged across the ancient desert at night. The further into the dunes they went, the more terrifying creatures would

of the desert, but at the same time, less and less of them looked

Creatures they were forced to fight during the day were becoming more and more powerful. At first, Sir Gilead alone was enough to deal with them. Later, the valiant Saint would struggle to fend off the most dire abominations without the help

a time when even Summer Knight became wary of their opponents. The group was forced to tread with utmost caution, lest they encounter something that neither the Saint nor the Masters would be

them down

the Gate Guardian - Skinwalker - to find their

pursuit was only growing more urgent. There were two reasons why the great abomination

allow themselves to move forward as swiftly as they had before. The second was that... the creature was

those memories, it was quickly learning about the waking world, the Awakened, about the powers they possessed, and about the way they thought.

well. How many vessels of the great abomination were there in Antarctica

...Millions?

he felt that every time they had to escape from the Skinwalker's

Everyone was... tired.

frightened, and slowly starting to fall into despair. The gauntlet of the Nightmare Desert