Thirteen... was a lot of Saints to face alone, even for Sunny.
Not that he had ever tried.
He had seen most of them in battle already, as well. Each was a dire adversary...
The obsidian giant with the head of a jackal towered above the blood-soaked battlefield like a malevolent deity. The hill-sized canine with three heads — Saint Ceres — was moving with measured steps, her low growls reverberating across the vast expanse of Godgrave. The alluring woman with a strangely wicked half-smile playing on her lively face was Saint Siord — the beautiful harpy he had seen in the Hollows.
There were others, as well.
But Sunny mostly paid attention to three of them.
Silent Stalker. Lonesome Howl.
...And a mesmerizing enchantress with long hair that fell like an onyx waterfall, fair skin, and tantalizing red lips. She wore a dashing armor of black leather and scarlet silk, which seemed to accentuate her sensual figure and breathtaking beauty effortlessly.
An ugly scar marred the perfection of her enchanting face, running from her forehead to the tip of her chin.
’...Beastmaster.’
Sunny suddenly felt a headache.
He also felt quite lonely while surrounded by so many enemies.
So... he called a few friends to come keep him company.
As the Saints of Song approached, three figures rose from his three shadows.
Saint stepped onto the battlefield, wielding a round shield and a sword of pure darkness. Her fearsome onyx armor seemed to absorb the light, and two ruby flames were burning behind the visor of her helmet with cold indifference.
Fiend straightened his towering body, sunlight glistening on the countless spikes that littered the polished surface of his steel carapace. His four hands moved, each claw like a razor-sharp sword.
A serpentine shadow coiled on the sun-bleached bone and then rose, turning into a breathtaking woman whose body seemed to be made from inky darkness... Serpent had become a shadow of Solvane, the Priestess of War.
Sunny smiled behind the mask.
’That’s better.’
Finally, the Saints of Song finished their approach.
Beastmaster was standing right in front of Sunny, still remaining a safe distance away — Lonesome Howl was to her left, while Silent Stalker was to her right.
None of them had assumed their Transcendent forms yet, so Sunny could see their expressions quite well.
Lonesome Howl seemed relaxed and impatient to fight, but there was a hint of sober caution behind her carefree squint.
Silent Stalker was cold and gloomy, looking at him with a dark, impenetrable impression. Her piercing gaze was sharp and heavy.
...Beastmaster, however, appeared to be in a good mood. She looked at Sunny with a beguiling smile and spoke in a calm, husky voice:
"The infamous Lord Shadow... it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you, after all. I hope that you know who I am?"
Sunny just stared at her silently, his figure radiating a sense of coldness, ruthlessness, and dread.
Eventually, he answered with chilling indifference:
"No idea. Should I? "
Beastmaster’s smile seemed to falter for a split second, but then, she let out a melodious laugh.
"Allow me to introduce myself, then. I am Beastmaster, Princess of the Song Domain. I’ll be in your care today."
Sunny tilted his head a little, not saying anything.
After a few moments of silence, Beastmaster nodded gracefully.
"A man of few words... how admirable. In fact, there are several qualities about you that I find worthy of admiration — quite a few, actually. So... I hope you don’t mind that I have come to welcome you accompanied by others. Considering your great strength, you wouldn’t have wanted Clan Song to humiliate you by only sending one or two Saints here... would you?"
Sunny grimaced behind the mask.
Actually, he would have loved to deal with a couple of Saints and swiftly move on to other parts of the battlefield, picking off the rest of them one by one.
Alas, that was not meant to be.
He lifted his chin a little.


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