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.

the Winter Beast was to simply bring down a

no telling where the titan's actual manifestation hid within the vast snowstorm. Now, however... his shadow sense could

has a physical body. For all I know, it could be a

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, the worse they

there was a will, there

killing intent..., someone was going to die by

resist the

***

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

was still far from reaching Daeron's size, of course, but it was rather daunting nevertheless. Its maw looked like it could swallow an

the destroyed siege capital was buried under lava rock and snow, with only a few ravaged structures protruding above it like skeletal

In front of him,

already dismal temperature was dropping by the minute, and the winds were growing

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

has finally

the distant snowstorm. Its approach was deceptively slow, but he knew that the wall of

hissed, the deep sound of its voice

to

air for a moment and were swiftly

split second

The world shook.