Chapter 1006
Sunny stands on the battlement, the wind whipping his hair as he contemplates the desolate landscape. Beside him, Winter and Dale share a flask, their demeanor a mix of calm and solemnity. Winter notes Sunny’s serious mood, to which he vaguely replies, “Just thinking about stuff.” His thoughts drift to his evolving perspective on Legacies like Roan and Tyris, recalling past animosity and now finding respect for them. He also reflects on Cassie’s betrayal, which ultimately led to his growth and the salvation of his sister, Rain, highlighting the unpredictable nature of life.
Dale, sensing Sunny’s restlessness, offers cryptic advice: “Rest while you can. You’ll be regretting that this calm did not last longer, very soon.” Sunny, yearning for action, observes soldiers exhibiting unnerving nervousness, sticking to illuminated areas and hurrying through shadows, their expressions glum. This unease hints at an unseen threat lurking beyond the battlement, a palpable tension that mirrors Sunny’s own internal reflection on fate and his place within its grand, unfathomable design.
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The looming presence of the new Tyrant and its control over the Devouring Cloud casts a long shadow over the First Army’s preparations. While the Ascended await their orders to eliminate the monstrous puppeteer, the atmosphere is thick with apprehension, underscored by the superstitious fear displayed by the soldiers. Sunny, though pensive, remains ready for the inevitable confrontation, acutely aware of the precariousness of their situation.
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As the horizon darkens with approaching horrors, mirroring their previous defense against the Devouring Cloud but under eerie moonlight, Sunny, Dale, and Master Jet stand apart from Winter and her augmented cohort. Their mission is to eliminate the Tyrant itself, conserving their strength for a vital sortie. Nearby, one of Dale’s Awakened meditates, controlling the swirling snowflakes, his spatial rift ability crucial for quickly traversing the perimeter, should Roan succeed. Dale whispers, his face paling, “They’re… inside it?” as they observe Roan and his clan leading the Devouring Cloud towards the city, their own blood acting as bait.
Sunny remains focused, trusting in his contingency plans, Saint and Nightmare guarding breaches, ready to assist should the Masters falter. He clenches his fists as the sky is consumed by the swarm, Nightmare Creatures, desperate to escape the Devouring Cloud, hurl themselves against Falcon Scott’s defenses. “Hold. Wait for the signal,” Soul Reaper says, glaive gripped, as they await Roan’s cue to strike.
Tension mounts as minutes stretch without the promised signal, until a bloody, battered young Awakened of the White Feather clan crashes onto the battlement. She stumbles towards Master Jet, and Dale catches her fall, his expression grim. Soul Reaper frowns. “What happened to sending us a signal? Where’s the Tyrant?”
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The spatial rift is disorienting, but Sunny and Dale immediately assess their situation: a landscape overrun with abominations leading to a cliff overlooking the ocean where the light from the Tyrant burns faintly. Dale confirms they must fight their way through to reach the Tyrant, planning to trap the creature, and themselves, within a barrier. “Then, either the Tyrant dies, or we do. No one will escape,” he states grimly.
Sunny, armed with the Sin of Solace and augmented by Marble Shell, prepares to descend, turning into a shadow and gliding down the wall. “Great. I’ll be going, then. Come down in a few seconds,” he says before diving into the fray, his jade jian instantly cutting down half a dozen abominations before Dale arrives. The defenders shift their fire to create a corridor for them, struggling to balance their efforts against both the Devouring Cloud and the tide of creatures attempting to breach the wall.
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Sunny observes the Tyrant feasting on abominations, recognizing its power rivals that of the Lord of the Dead he faced long ago. He knows he must act fast to stop the creature, aware that the more it devours, the faster its ghastly wing injuries heal. “It’s now or never,” he declares to Dale, his expression grave, as they prepare to trap the Tyrant within Dale’s barrier.
However, the Tyrant senses their intent and, with a surge of energy, leaps into the air, creating distance before turning towards the port fortress. Realizing the danger of the Tyrant reaching the fortress, Sunny makes a split-second decision. “I’ll slow it down! Catch up as fast as you can and set up the barrier!” he shouts, abandoning their coordinated plan and transforming into a swift shadow, racing after the monstrosity.
Sunny intercepts the Tyrant, striking its limb with the Sin of Solace. He blocks the creature’s stinger, aided by shadow hands that emerge to restrain it. The Tyrant’s three necks twist, two maws tearing at the shadow hands while the third lunges for Sunny. He is caught in the face of the gruesome fangs of the Tyrant’s mouth, realizing he risks being swallowed whole.
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Inside Dale’s barrier, the Tyrant spirals into a whirlwind of claws and teeth, forcing Sunny and Dale to desperately evade its attacks. Despite their efforts, both Ascended suffer wounds in the confined space. The Tyrant, though, is faring worse, now missing legs, and riddled with cuts, its intellect shattered by the Sin of Solace. Sunny yells, “Cut off its head!” as Dale wedges his shield into the Tyrant’s neck and hammers it with his mace.
After severing one of the Tyrant’s heads, Sunny becomes pinned against the weakening barrier. Employing his shadows, he escapes the crushing weight, reappearing to strike the creature. The battle continues, a dance of near-death misses and brutal counters. Dale’s armor cracks, but he shatters the Tyrant’s stinger. Sunny endures a deep cut, yet removes half of the Tyrant’s maw. Seizing an opening, Sunny uses Sin of Solace to slice through the base of another neck, causing the second head to fall.
Dale warns, “The barrier won’t hold for much longer. We must… hurry…” The Tyrant, though battered and bleeding, remains a threat. Aware of the diminishing barrier and the creature’s slowing speed, Sunny knows the end is near. Calculating the risk, Sunny lunges forward, deflecting a tail strike and colliding with the Tyrant with a powerful impact.
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Crashing into the Tyrant, Sunny finds himself staring up at Verne’s corpse. Or rather, something *wearing* Verne’s corpse. Behind it, the ocean churns, birthing an army of the dead – the people of LO49, their shadows vast and dreadful. “Look, Lost from Light… your sins have come to haunt you!” the cursed sword taunts. Sunny recoils from the accusing specters, but steeling himself, he argues “What sins, you bastard? I did everything I could to save them!” only to be met with the sword’s chilling whisper that “Weakness is also a sin, you pitiful worm… it is the greatest sin of them all…”
Remembering Falcon Scott is behind him and the port fortress is nearby, defended by Bloodwave and the Awakened of the House of Night, Sunny believes the city is safe. But from the roiling waves, nightmare creatures emerge, thousands of them. He realizes the Terror’s thralls must be stopped. Spotlights illuminate the horde, yet the armaments on the wall remain silent, only a few sporadic rifle bullets are fired. An insidious hex has fallen upon Falcon Scott’s defenses.
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As Sunny braces for the onslaught, Falcon Scott’s port fortress roars to life, unleashing a barrage of bullets, railgun fire, arrows, and magical projectiles against the encroaching thralls. The attack slows the horde but is ultimately insufficient. Dale halts Sunny’s plan to charge into the fray, asserting that “There’s no time for that.” He insists the real enemy is the Terror and tasks Sunny to find Bloodwave or someone from the House of Night to stop it “before it’s too late.” Dale volunteers to hold the line, understanding his defensive capabilities are best used in a stationary position. He readies his shield and mace and simply urges, “Go, Sunless. Don’t linger.”
Filled with dread, Sunny dives into the shadows and scales the fortress wall, emerging amidst a frantic scene of soldiers and Awakened desperately fighting. Below, a courtyard is packed with terrified refugees, trapped by the battle. Sunny races towards the citadel, then to the pier, determined to find help, scanning for a member of the House of Night.
Passing through a bunker housing a rail gun, Sunny spots a familiar figure near a targeting interface: tall, handsome, with black hair tinged blue in the light.
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Finding Naeve, Sunny secures an ally. As screams echo in the night and the fortress trembles, Sunny and Naeve race towards the sea. Naeve, a Nightwalker, questions, “Have you ever even fought in the water?!” The memory of Sunny’s harrowing journey across the dark sea surfaces, prompting a tense retort: “I’m still alive, aren’t?!”
Despite his inexperience, Sunny understands the gravity of their mission. Naeve is likely the only Ascended from the House of Night available, the others guarding battleships. He acknowledges the dire need to aid Bloodwave against the Terror of L049. Fueled by a desire for vengeance, Sunny resolves to hunt down the abominable creature, even if it means facing the unknown depths.
Sunny contemplates the limitations of his shadow abilities underwater, where shadows are scarce. He grapples with the uncertainty of his Aspect’s functionality and the Terror’s true capabilities. The creature’s reliance on mind attacks suggests physical weakness, but Sunny knows that such assumptions can be deadly against a Corrupted being. He resolves to push forward, determined to strike a blow against the monstrous foe.
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Sunny observes Bloodwave in his terrifying, bestial killer whale form, a far cry from their distant encounter. Scars and steel armor adorn the gigantic creature, its blue eyes glowing with intelligence. He understands why Bloodwave rarely leaves the port’s depths. As Naeve approaches Bloodwave, Sunny realizes his inability to communicate underwater, where the ocean’s muffled sounds resonate through him.
Through an unknown method, Naeve and Bloodwave communicate. A surge of crimson briefly stains the water around the killer whale’s eyes, an expression of the great predator’s emotions. Naeve signals Sunny to approach, and a voice echoes in his mind: “My uncle agrees. We have to kill the Terror.”
Naeve addresses Sunny’s silence and shifts directly to the mission. “Oh… you can’t speak. Well, there’s nothing to discuss, anyway… We can only attack the Terror and do our best. How is your resistance against mind attacks?” Sunny responds with a raised thumb, confident in his superior mental defenses and inoculation against the Terror’s hex. The hunt begins, a silent promise to vanquish the monstrous foe.
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The hunt begins as Bloodwave descends into the abyss, dragging Sunny and Naeve into an oppressive darkness that unnerves Sunny far more than any Nightmare. He considers the Nightwalkers lunatics for choosing this realm. Sunny glances at Naeve, who grips the killer whale’s fin, focused on the impending battle with the Terror, while Sunny fights his primal fear of the “alien, unfamiliar, and fundamentally hostile space.”
Bloodwave navigates the black depths, guided by an unknown tracking method. Naeve remains silent, and Sunny restrains himself from speaking, fearing to attract unwanted attention in this alien world. When a coughing fit threatens to betray him, Sunny focuses intently on suppressing it, momentarily eclipsing his fear.
Suddenly, the Terror reveals itself: a vision of eerie beauty, like a ghostly flower or a white lotus blooming in the abyss. “The sight of it was both breathtakingly beautiful and deeply terrifying.” Its pallid petals, stretching hundreds of meters, resemble both delicate flower parts and the tentacles of an indescribable creature. As they draw closer, Sunny perceives the petals as long stretches of flowing, white cloth, the true nature of this horrifying enemy a mystery.
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Bloodwave tears through thralls surrounding the Terror, his jaws a whirlwind of destruction and red tide. Sunny and Naeve are left to fend off the remaining abominations. Sunny realizes fighting underwater is like enduring the Crushing, his movements sluggish and lacking the grounding he’s used to. He contemplates his options: grappling for close-range combat or using acceleration for deadly charges. He suspects he will need both.
Naeve is already engaged, her harpoon piercing the head of a thrall with brutal efficiency. Sunny’s attention snaps to his own attacker, a grotesque flesh mannequin wielding a bone scythe. He knows his skin will endure the weapon, but doesn’t want to take the chance. Sunny swiftly severs the creature with the Sin of Solace, then uses its remains as a morbid launchpad, narrowly dodging a chitinous monstrosity. “You have slain a Fallen Monster,” whispers the Spell, but five more enemies converge on him.
Despite the overwhelming odds, Sunny finds a strange calm. “This… this is not too bad.” He braces himself for the onslaught, ready to utilize both his blade and strategic maneuvering. The Terror awaits, but first, Sunny and Naeve must survive the horde of corrupted creatures guarding it.
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Bloodwave charges towards the ethereal blossom, his red eyes burning with murderous intent. The petals swirl, protecting a hidden shape, before lashing out like tentacles. Bloodwave, despite his power, finds himself unable to meaningfully damage the flower. Meanwhile, Sunny struggles to survive the onslaught of thralls. A hideous creature made of iron and bone falls to the Sin of Solace, but another quickly attacks.
“Damn it…” Sunny thinks as hands attempt to rip open his throat. He severs the arms, but realizes, “…This is not going to work.” Death looms with every mistake in the unfamiliar environment. He glimpses Naeve, moving with ease, and an idea sparks. Sunny adjusts his strategy, deliberately staying within sight of the Nightwalker.
Sunny, a master of Shadow Dance, begins to read his opponents, relying on his superior combat intelligence. He plans to observe and learn from Naeve, hoping to master the deadly dance of underwater combat and turn the tide against the Terror’s monstrous guardians. Will he adapt quickly enough to survive, or will the depths claim him?
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Bloodwave and the Terror are locked in a surreal dance of power. The Transcendent, in his monstrous whale form, relentlessly attacks, while the ethereal blossom evades with mesmerizing movements. Its long, cloth-like petals lash out, attempting to bind Bloodwave, some already torn apart. Meanwhile, Sunny and Naeve battle the seemingly endless legion of thralls, their movements a blur of blood and steel.
Sunny grows more confident underwater, learning from Naeve’s movements, but uneasiness creeps in. Despite their apparent victory, a sense of foreboding grows with each kill. “Curse it…” Naeve’s presence is invaluable, yet Sunny misses his Shadows, useless as they would be in the abyssal depths. He decapitates another thrall, deflecting a hidden creature with the Sin of Solace, sensing its shadow just in time.
His lungs burn, but the Essence Pearl sustains him. The number of thralls dwindles, making the fight more manageable, yet Sunny can’t shake the feeling that something is amiss. He wonders, “…So why do I feel so uneasy?” and realizes the Terror hasn’t launched any mental assault or other diabolical trick. But it is already doing more than enough. What is Sunny missing, and what horrors await them in the depths?
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Sunny executes a risky gambit, activating the [Where is my eye?] enchantment on the Mask of the Other to ensnare the Terror. This dangerous ability allows the wearer to glimpse the tapestry of fate, a sight that previously almost shattered Sunny’s mind. He remembers the “unimaginable pain and pure agony,” he experienced the first time, but hopes that the Terror will have a worse reaction. He anticipates the cost and cunningly redirects his focus to the Terror’s illusory realm of white silk.
The Terror, attempting to use Sunny’s eyes to gaze upon the world, is instead forced to witness the “harrowing infinity.” Sunny feels the white silk constricting him convulse as the Terror reels from the forbidden sight. Despite the searing pain in his head, Sunny grins, thinking, “…Look well, wretch.” His essence depleted, the enchantment fades, leaving the Terror stunned and writhing.
Seizing the opportunity, Sunny tears a rift in the white petal imprisoning him with the Sin of Solace, slicing it open and bursting back into the crushing depths of the ocean. Knowing the Terror won’t remain incapacitated for long, he surveys his surroundings. The once graceful blossom now suffers grotesque convulsions, its movements chaotic and jittery. He must act fast.
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The death of the Terror, Sybil of the Fallen Grace, echoes in the deep ocean as Sunny receives a Memory and the notification: “Your shadow grows stronger.” The Terror’s veiled body descends into the abyss, leaving Sunny battered and weak from the mental assault of glimpsing fate. His mind reels, his body burns, and he fights the urge to cough up his lungs, yet a dark glee surfaces: “…I did it. I killed that vile thing.” Victory is shadowed by the daunting task of returning to the surface alive.
Despite the Terror’s demise, its thralls remain, now directionless but still dangerous. Sunny, depleted of essence and lacking the Nimble Catch’s active enchantment, grimaces, realizing the odds are stacked against him. “Essence! I need essence…” He briefly summons and dismisses the Weaver’s Mask and Shadow Lantern, desperate for even a trickle of power. The thralls awaken, their empty eyes fixating on Sunny, Bloodwave, and Naeve. Murderous intent fuels their advance.
Hope flickers as Bloodwave, freed from the Terror’s influence, regains his senses. An indignant growl rumbles from the killer whale’s throat as he surveys the scene: the Terror’s sinking remains and the approaching swarm. Sharp intelligence replaces the confusion in his glowing blue eyes, hinting at a potential ally in the desperate fight for survival against the remaining thralls.
