Shadow Slave

A suffocating cloud of pristine sand had bloated out the sky, and hurricane winds were raging across the vast sea of white dunes. The world was perfectly white and suffused with incinerating heat. The grains of sand cut the skin like knives, but six fragile humans stubbornly marched forward through the radiant inferno, covering their eyes with tired hands and struggling against the wind.

Sunny was at the head of the small column, shielded from the hurricane, somewhat, by Saint's indomitable back. There was a piece of black glass in his hand, and in it dwelled a reflection of a young man with one shining mirror-like eye.

"Hurry, Sunless... you are almost there, but you must hurry. The creature is drawing close."

'Shut up, bastard... I know... I know it all!'

Gritting his teeth, Sunny pushed through the wind and walked forward. He felt as if he had been thrust into a scorching oven. The Skinwalker was on their heels, as relentless and inevitable as ever, but at this rate, the desert itself was going to kill them before the great abomination could.

'What... a joke... six of the most powerful Ascended in the world... will be done in... by the environment...'

Wasn't it funny? His journey as an Awakened had started with almost freezing to death in the cold mountains, and now, he was on the verge of succumbing to the unbearable heat of the cursed desert. The Dream Realm was merciless to the weak, but it was also ruthless toward the strong. Not that Sunny was particularly strong, yet.

Randomly, he remembered a part of the speech Nephis had given to the Sleepers in the Bright Castle, right before leading them to siege the Crimson Spire.

'The weak will die. The strong will die, too. And those who remain won't be the same... follow me... and you will never be slaves...'

He wanted to laugh.

The world was entirely white, and incandescent. They were not going to last much longer in the annihilating sandstorm. Sunny already felt ready to collapse... he could only imagine how the others felt, without the same elemental resistance as his. Everyone had their own tools to deal with the heat, of course, but still... they were all balancing at the very edge of oblivion.

But, luckily, their destination was already close. Slowly, a massive dark shape revealed itself in the hurricane of pristine sand. Sunny froze for a moment, looking up.

In front of them, some distance away, a giant block of black stone lay between the white dunes, tilted to the side, its lines perfectly even and immaculately smooth. It seemed impervious to the destructive force of the sandstorm, the cataclysmic fury of the eternal battle between the ancient dead, and even the cruel ravages of time... and yet, one of its ends was cracked, broken, and utterly shattered.

stone, and did not want to know. The sight of it stunned him. Not only because he recognized the block of stone for

entirety of it emanated a familiar ghostly

of black stone... was a

All of it.

powerful limbs and long tail were dwarfed by the size of the black stone block, but none of them were

the same time,

Sunless. That body is really unsightly, huh?

and a small human body fell out of it into the sand. A moment later, the

to his feet, and then waved at them with a bloody

Skinwalker is almost

he gathered the last of his strength and dashed toward the

already knew everything there was to know about the nature of the Third Nightmares - how they were

the trial with their physical bodies this time, for one. After all, there was no distinction between the body that dwelled in the waking world and the body that wandered the Dream Realm once one became an

from Clan Valor, and shared with them. It was good to know. Apart from this fact, though... the Nightmare they were going to

their necks, so there was no time to hesitate. Sunny reached Mordret and looked at him with a

pull

Nothing lingered for

out of my mouth. Sunless... let's

to his

forced out a

We will return as

spared each of them one last

unbreakable resolve. Kai was looking at the black stone with a sense of resigned trepidation. Effie seemed grim and determined. Jet... was smiling. She shook her

would have thought that I'd end up challenging

as she