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Suddenly, the world shuddered.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

'Me and my big damn mouth!'

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

'Terrible… what would that even look like? What can be more terrible than my current situation?'

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

"Who told you that you can hurt my Shadow, bastards?"

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

Now that the Lord was destroyed, the artificial creatures became considerably less fast and strong. They were no better than carapace scavengers, or maybe centurions…

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

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Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

In the next moment, a blinding light shot into every direction from her open palms, revealing Sunny, who had been just a few meters away from them and preparing to launch another attack.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

'This is my domain, wretches. You are my guests now…'

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

A moment later, though, one of them suddenly shuddered, and then crumbled to the ground, its head flying off into the darkness. The flash of the blade that had decapitated it was so swift and unexpected that none of them had time to react.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

The wounded Saint dissipated into shadows, summoned back into the nurturing black flames of Sunny's core at the last second.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

'...Curse it all!'

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

"Follow the Immortal Flame!"

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

"A storm… there is a storm…"

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

But instead of death, a cold and indifferent voice came out of the darkness:

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

The polished gem came out of the coral flesh of the terrible creature, dragging countless red threads with it. Sunny pulled as hard as he could and then twisted his hand, forcing the red strings to snap.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

But what was hope? Hope was something that Effie had abandoned long ago.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

A slender, graceful rapier suddenly appeared by his side and then circled around him, cutting a stray black locust in half. With its pommel facing Kai and its tip aimed at anyone who would dare to attack him, the Quiet Dancer glided through the air, forming a defensive sphere of sharp steel around the young man.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

Hector Hos Sigfreed, the First Prince. 

Hero of Darkness

Fantasy · CrimsonWolfAuthor

Hearing Effie's voice, Kai flinched and forced himself to look away from the terrible visage of the horde of nightmarish abominations. Glancing down, he saw that his hand was shaking and clenched it into a fist. He had to calm himself, somehow, or his aim was going to suffer.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree