Around her, the stone warriors watched her intently as if waiting for an order, yet she was far from in a hurry. For the first time since birth, she had no soul essence. All of it was spent fanning her shadows with the fmes of her divinity.
Memory: Immovable Guard
Type: Amulet
Effect: As long as you remain completely motionless, your defense against physical, mental, and soul attacks will be considerably increased.
Description:
Nether believed that one day her children would be hailed as the greatest warriors in the world. To this end, he endowed them with the strength and intelligence of perfect creations. He fine-tuned every detail with special care, and when they were complete, he sent them to the ruined world. With the guidance of those who dispyed that spark Nether so sought, they went forth to battle.
All except one, who remained by his father's side to protect his legacy. The action, far from evoking happiness in his father, filled him with disappointment. With a simple gesture, the seventh warrior disappeared, while his own army waited.
Interesting, but useless in most cases.
Closing her eyes, she delved into his soul. Where four soul cores awaited her, that hadn't changed, the rest, however...
Before, she had three shining cores, glowing with essence, with a single shadow core inherited from her master. However, now they were all filled with shadow and darkness alike. Swirling slowly and heavily.
Her very essence seemed to have changed. It seemed to be shadow essence, just like her former master's, but somehow imbued with the touch of darkness, making it much heavier.
Aside from its obvious enhanced effect on her physical strength, she could only say that she had become slower. The changes would have to be studied in the future. Now there was something much more important to discuss.
Her eyes returned to the real world, where the hundreds of eyes were still fixed on her. Saint ignored them, focusing all her attention on her shadow... or rather, her master's shadow.
There it was. Calm, happily swaying back and forth, waiting for her decision, but somehow still distant. Their bond had strengthened with each change, but it still wasn't her. The greatest proof of this was the form it took, that of her former master.
In the past, she hadn't given it any importance, taking it for granted that if the shadow followed her and helped her, it was a blessing, and if it disappeared, simply a setback. But now...
Her eyes shone with magenta light. The shadow, responding to the change in the environment, looked at her in bewilderment; only for her expression to tense.
She was shadow, she was darkness. She was the daughter of the underworld and perfected imperfection. She must not flee or ignore what she is, and therefore…
“Be my shadow, Lost from The Light.” The words were spoken. Not by her voice, for she cked such an ability. But by a small rock that echoed the words of two different voices: Changing Star and Song of the Fallen.
The shadow trembled. Overwhelmed by confusion, and then emotion. Without having to respond, her form began to change, leaving behind the form of her deceased master and taking on the silhouette of her new and true master.
In front of Saint, a single shadow stared at her expectantly. Her own and her new companions were now one. With pleasure, she turned, finally facing the hundreds of stone warriors waiting for her.
Lifting the ordinary rock, a voice emerged from the memory with the grace and confidence of a leader. It was the voice of Changing Star.
Without another word, she turned and advanced. Behind her, the Nether army followed in a single march. The war in the underworld had begun.