Shadow Slave

The monstrous Spire Messenger tore apart the gelid wind as it raced across the frigid vastness of the twilight sky. Behind it, a churning wall of dancing snow crawled slowly, devouring the world like a hungry beast.

There was a gaunt figure kneeling on the back of the flying monster, clutching at its black feathers with an onyx gauntlet.

Sunny did not look back, knowing that Serpent was much faster than the pursuing titan. In that, at least, they held an advantage.

'It will catch up soon enough, though.’

He was contemplating the results of sacrificing his swarm of thralls.

None of them had been able to withstand the lethal cold of the Winter Beast's domain for long, which meant that there was no type of resistance that could help Sunny survive there - at least none he could find in a short amount of time.

The thralls had perished swiftly, sapped of warmth of life. Their bodies fell into the snow, slowly turning into ice sculptures.

The conclusion, then... was that Sunny had to use something other than a living being to reach the heart of the snowstorm. That would suggest that an undead creature would fare better, but that was not true, There had been a few ghouls among the thralls, and they died just the same.

'But there is a much simpler solution.’

He didn't have to enter the heart of the sinister blizzard himself or send one of his Shadows. He could simply... use an Inanimate object.

A projectile.

to simply bring down a deluge of ranged attacks on its head... or whatever it was

within the vast snowstorm. Now, however... his shadow sense could extend across many kilometers. Even if he failed to find

even has a physical body. For all

of the risks he had to face. The other problem was actually delivering a ranged attack across such a vast distance. Not only was it physically hard, but the fatal cold and the hurricane wind raging within the snowstorm would become an obstacle... the closer one got to its heart,

a

someone was going to die by the end of

the frigid

***

the wind by a wall of onyx scales. That wall, of course, was Serpent's side - his Shadow's

still far from reaching Daeron's size, of course, but it was rather daunting nevertheless. Its

of them were in the middle of the icy plain that had been Erebus Field once. Most of the destroyed siege capital was buried under lava rock and snow, with only a few ravaged structures protruding above

the tall peak of Mount Erebus behind him. In front of him, far in the distance, the world was slowly

by the

his eyes was cold and placid... like the surface of an ocean ready to explode into a

finally

studying the distant snowstorm. Its approach was deceptively

deep sound of its voice reverberating across the

to

the frigid air for a moment and were swiftly swallowed by the

second later,

The world shook.