Shadow Slave

Trying to gather his courage, Sunny looked into the distance and said in a raspy voice:

"You've seen the creatures that dwell under these waves. Do you really want to swim across them?"

Changing Star was silent for a few seconds, then sighed.

"We are damned either way, Sunny. What do we have to lose?"

She fell silent for a moment and grimaced, pale flames dancing in her eyes. Then, in a quiet voice, she added:

"We will not light any fires, relying on your eyes to guide us west. We will hope that Cassie's armor will protect us. Maybe it will be enough."

Sunny glanced at Neph and asked:

"What's so special about Cassie's armor?"

She hesitated for a moment, then answered without looking at him:

"It's a tier six awakened Memory. One of its traits is to make the wearer less likely to draw the enemy's attention."

While Sunny was digesting this information, Nephis suddenly trembled. Closing her eyes, she said through gritted teeth:

"I am at my limit. My mind is… fading. If you have any questions left… better… ask them fast."

He blinked, startled. Then, knowing that there was not much time left, Sunny asked the first thing that came to his mind:

"Do you even know how to build a boat?"

Changing Star simply nodded, letting him know that she did. Her expression was slowly turning lost and dull again.

Racing against time, Sunny frantically thought of another question.

I convince you to leave

lucidity. For a moment, her eyes became clear again. White flames ignited in their depths, illuminating her pale,

Say those words to me, and I will

lose the grip on her thoughts, she turned away and added after

happens, take Cassie and flee.

Changing Star was staring west once again, all memory

her side for some time, waiting.

"Hey, Neph."

face bleak and

did you

"A while ago."

smiled and said

I ask you something? Do you know how to build a

***

he wanted to build a boat, dodging the questions with practiced finesse. His Flaw was not making things easy, but with the state Neph was in,

little strange, but explaining everything once again would have taken too much time. Not to mention that he wasn't sure that

time left. With every hour,

intact. Every time he felt that his mind was beginning to slip, he had to inflict pain on himself to get

had to flee the island as soon as possible. Sunny was determined to be ready by the time the dark sea

bit his hand once again. Feeling the bitter taste of blood on his tongue,

to prevent himself from being

hand behind his back,

going to make

for some time, then

to use the dead demon's carapace. We can strip several armor plates of suitable

Sunny raised his eyebrows:

Carapace Demon's armor? It's made out of some strange steel. Can steel

glanced at him

just have to make sure that you're displacing more water than the weight of the floating object. That's how boats

He blinked.