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Was he the right person to blame someone for not being entirely honest?
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Turning his head, Kai saw a human figure rolling on the ground in agony. It was Mordret, the scion of Valor… missing a hand and covered in blood. There was something terribly wrong with that lunatic, though. His face, which had seemed to be incapable of showing earnest emotions, was now twisted by a terrible grimace, an eerie darkness devouring his eyes.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Strangely enough, his hateful gaze was not directed at the archer. Instead, Sunny was glaring past him, seemingly at an empty spot.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
But he wasn't a corpse. Sunny was still moving, struggling to stand up. Even after battling a Defiled Saint tooth and nail, he was still unbroken, trying to continue to fight.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Nightingale was a brave, but naive fool… so how much better could his Corrupted version be?
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Mordret was merely an Ascended Monster right now, while the Dread Lord… there were five repugnant masses of Corruption hidden in the boundless darkness of his defiled soul, so he had to be a Corrupted Tyrant. The chances of victory were slim.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
At least he possessed both of his hands here. Sadly, Mordret could only reflect the powers and weapons of the master of the invaded soul, not use his own. And since the Dread Lord had surrendered to Defilement and was thus banished from the Nightmare Spell, there were no Memories here for Mordret to summon.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
She had felt the terrible agony of one of her soul cores — the Terror Core — destroying itself before. But so many Defiled abominations had been consumed by the unleashed flames of her soul that it was reformed anew.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Seven suns shone brightly above her head.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
"I haven't had the pleasure of putting down repugnant things like you in a long, long time. Come, if you dare… let's see which one of us will be the last one standing."
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Somewhere else, on the devastated streets of Twilight, Nephis was released from the inescapable trap of frozen time. Disoriented, she fell and rolled, jumping to her feet a moment later.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
A harrowing, beautiful creature was perched on top of the cracked dome, its talons piercing the crumbling stone. Its glistening scales were the color of the midnight sky, appearing entirely black in the dim twilight of the early dawn. Its vast wings were open, obscuring the heavens. Its sinister eyes burned like distant, cold stars, full of malevolent will and merciless fury.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
[That's not what we should be concerned with, though. The real problem... is that the monster is moving straight for us.]
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
The bestial Serpent King he had fought was a pale shadow of his former self. If they had clashed when Daeron was at his peak… Sunny would have been obliterated before even knowing what happened.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
"He's not the only one, either. The Dread Lord is here, too."
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
LevinCloth
When he did notice them, however, and tried to glimpse what was hidden in the folds between the broken pieces of space, he saw millions of dark eyes looking back at him, full of hunger.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree