The sun was slowly drowning in the darkness of the void, and as it did, a veil of shadows was devouring the world. The western horizon was still aflame with the scarlet pyre of the sunset, but the somber night was already approaching from the east.
On a desolate island covered by tall pillars of jagged rock, a numinous temple stood, its beautiful stone walls painted red by the light of the drowning sun. All around it, countless swords were thrust into the petrous ground, rising from it like a solemn graveyard of steel.
There was only one path through the forest of blades, and as the twilight of dusk approached it, a dull, echoing ringing suddenly resounded from the darkness, then traveled through it, slowly growing closer and closer.
It was the sound of adamantine hooves ringing against stone.
Soon, four crimson flames ignited in the shadows, and then revealed themselves to be four eyes. Two belonged to a stygian destrier, the other two to its dark rider.
The steed was black as night, with dreadful horns crowning its head. It walked forward with a steady pace, fearsome and noble, lean muscles rolling under its lusterless coat. The rider was a graceful woman in intricate onyx armor, her face hidden behind the visor of a closed helmet, with only ruby lights shining through it with indifferent resolve. Her presence was both calm and fearsome, full of quiet confidence and frightening strength.
The blade of a great odachi rested on her shoulder, its steel as dark as the heart of the night.
…Two steps behind the taciturn knight, two creatures walked with their gazes lowered to the ground. One was a towering, four-armed Devil dressed in a black kimono, his dark hair tied with a silk ribbon, and his face covered with a ferocious wooden mask depicting a three-horned demon. The other was a strange human with skin that resembled polished bark, wearing a fitting dark garment made of soft silk, her disfigured face hidden behind a wooden mask and drowning in the shadow of a deep hood. Neither of them was armed.
The dark knight led her horse to the first steps of the path through the graveyard of swords and stopped, waiting. Her ruby eyes burned with cold calmness, as if the woman had a heart made of stone, incapable of feeling fear, unease, or trepidation.
Her servants, however, were not as aloof. Both stole glances at the magnificent stone temple, tension clearly written on their faces. A few moments later, the human asked quietly:
"You saw that, right?"
The Devil did not respond… not that he was capable of speaking in the human tongue. Instead, he simply nodded, then turned his head, as if sensing something. The other servant grew silent, as well.
There was no one and nothing around them, just the pillars of jagged rocks and the swords thrust into the ground. The island was awash in the bloodred radiance of the dying sunset, with deep shadows nesting in the spots from where the sunlight had already fled. A gust of wind suddenly blew, bringing with it the smell of iron.
…And then, out of nowhere, they were surrounded by a dozen silent figures.
All of them were beautiful women, wearing light garments made of red silk. Their bodies were slender and supple, their skin smooth and soft… the sight of them might have been alluring if not for the sharp coldness of their eyes, the ruthless expressions written on their tantalizing faces, and the murderous glint of their blades, all aimed at the uninvited guests.
Sunny shivered.
'...Damnation.'
Noctis had not been joking when he described the War Maidens as fearsome. Even though these women were just Awakened, his intuition was screaming that they represented mortal danger. However, Sunny did not need the help of his enhanced sixth sense to understand that… the feeling he got from the female warriors was the same as he had experienced a few times before in his life, when facing true battle masters.
Morgan of Valor had given him the same frightening sensation — but she was a Saint, so she doesn't count — as well as Auro of the Nine, and a couple of others he seemed to be unable to recall, all of them elite combatants of the highest tier. Some of these fiends he had fought and somehow survived, but not without shedding a lot of blood and receiving deep scars, if not on his body, then on his soul.
And right now, he was staring at twelve of such monsters… and these were just the sentinels, no doubt. Who knew what kind of battle saints would he meet inside the temple?
…No wonder this sect had been Solvane's cradle.
Full of bad premonitions, he made sure to not make any sudden movements and continued staring at the ground. His role during this part was rather simple... he just had to do nothing.
Her master might have been apprehensive, but Saint didn't seem concerned at all. She turned her head slightly and looked down at the War Maidens, her gaze as calm and indifferent as always. Noticing her calmness, a few of the female warriors gripped their weapons tighter.
One of them, a tall woman with red hair and eyes the color of steel, frowned a little, and then asked in a raspy voice:
"What brings you to the Temple of the Chalice, Demoness?"
'Hm? If I had a Soul Shard for every woman I know who is called a Demoness, I'd have two, which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.'
Sunny's face twisted.
'…Maybe I'm associated with the wrong women.'
Saint, of course, remained silent, but not before sending Sunny a glance. He stepped forward, courteously bowed, and watched as the woman glared at him as he pulled out an emerald pendant.
"Greetings, warriors. My lady…"
The War Maiden looked at him with distaste and interrupted:
"Who allowed you to speak, Devil?"
Sunny remained bowed for a few moments, then straightened and looked at the woman from beneath Weaver's Mask.
"My lady's voice is not for you to hear. She only speaks to those who bested her in combat… and thus, she has not spoken ever since taking this solemn vow."
The War Maiden remained silent for a few moments, studying Saint's graceful and fearsome figure. Then, she smiled darkly:
"...She must not have fought anyone worth fighting, then. You are her servant?"
Sunny nodded.
"Indeed. I am her Shadow, and that girl over there is her maid. We serve the lady."
The woman lingered for a moment, then glanced at Veliona and raised an eyebrow.
"What is a human girl doing with two Shadows?"
Sunny turned his head and nodded, signaling that Veliona should speak now.
'Just say what we practiced…'
"None of your business."
Sunny facepalmed, looking as if she wasn't supposed to say that. Inwardly, he scoffed as his shadows watched the expressions of the warriors. Not only did they seem unbothered by the rude exclamation, but they even seemed to hold a certain amount of respect.
'Now, if I said that…'
They'd probably try to decapitate him.
The War Maiden stared at him silently, then nodded.
"Tell me, then… why has your lady come to our temple?"
Sunny felt his hearts start to beat faster. This was the most dangerous part of their plan... in fact, he was still not entirely sure that it was going to be a wise move. However... both of them had decided that while not very wise, this was something that would give them the best chance to succeed. Full of tense anticipation, he silently gritted his teeth.
If they failed, well… there were bound to be bodies littering the floor since the beginning. Did it really matter if it started earlier?
Finally, right before Veliona spoke, Sunny cut in:
"Isn't it simple? My lady craves the blood of powerful warriors. She has come here to satisfy herself. I truly hope you don't disappoint her."