Shadow Slave

The ominous words hung in the air, as foreboding as the wall of darkness veiling the sky far in the distance. Sunny and Nephis looked at Ananke, wary because of her somber expression.

This was the first time either of them had seen the young priestess show signs of despondence. The three of them must have made for a funny sight... two battle-hardened warriors staring at a teenage girl, waiting for her guidance.

Sunny frowned.

"A time storm?"

Ananke nodded slowly.

"...Yes, my Lord. I have told you before that time can be unpredictable on the Great River. There are places where it turns stale and unmoving, great whirlpools that nothing can ever escape, clashing currents, and deadly tides of all kinds. A time storm... is one of the most dangerous anomalies one can encounter."

Her youthful face darkened.

"It is a wandering disaster that twists and rips time apart, containing within itself absolute chaos. These storms originate from the span of the Great River that corresponds to the final days of the Doom War, when the last cataclysmic battles between the daemons and the gods were fought, and when both sides perished. They... usually don't reach that far upstream. I am sorry."

Nephis shook her head.

"You don't need to be sorry, Ananke. It is not your fault. However... how do we escape it?"

The young priestess lingered for a few moments, then said quietly:

"I am not sure that we can."

She uttered several words, easily overpowering Neph's Shaping. The wind that had been filling the sails of the ketch disappeared, and a moment later, a powerful gale crushed into the wooden boat, making it creak.

This one was not summoned by anyone. Much worse... it was blowing from downstream, pushing their hair back.

that the dark wall devouring the horizon was traveling in their direction. At least a normal storm

by Ananke's expression, a time storm behaved

a silent

"Can we outrun it?"

the clear water flowing past the polished wood. A few moments later, she gritted

Lord. We are already caught

grown much stronger. It was hard to tell when the ketch was flying forward at full speed, but now

direction, while the current was pulling them into the storm. It was like

'Damn it...'

do we do,

a dark expression. A few moments later, she took a deep breath and

to brave

time storm was a roving mass of chaotic time, wild and distorted enough to be absolutely

supposed to survive something like

priestess

is not as bad as it sounds. I am a Transcendent, after all. We, the followers of Weaver, had to pass through the tumultuous region from where these storms originate

the look in her eyes was anything but. Noticing their doubt, Ananke

can keep this small ketch from being torn apart. It is

- that had already drawn closer in the few

front we see is only the aftereffect of the true disaster. The real horror lies beneath the waves, in the depths of water -

turning into the river serpent had just been crushed. Now, his only choice was to trust Ananke to

that he didn't trust

the Forgotten Shore on the shoulder of the walking colossus. There had been a storm then, too... and a harrowing creature

His expression crumbled.

in that wall of