Shadow Slave

In the absolute darkness, a small vessel was gliding on the black surface of a restless sea. Its mast, made of a demon's spine, was straining under the assault of the winds. In the eerie silence of this vast and lightless void, the swift boat cut through the waves like a blade.

No sounds could be heard except for the creaking of bones and the crashing of water against its polished metal hull.

Sunny sat at the oar, steering the carapace vessel. He was guiding them west. With no moon or stars to show them the path, it was hard to keep the boat on course. But there was a mark left in his mind by the cold and menacing shadow of the Crimson Spire — using it as a compass, he was able to navigate the treacherous waters without losing his way.

Black skies above, dark sea beneath. With nothing but a thin layer of steel separating them from the tenebrous abyss, they sailed through the night.

Below them, countless horrors were hiding in the cursed depths. Several times, Sunny felt gargantuan shadows moving close to the small boat, attracted by the sound of its passing. Powerless to do anything, he had no choice but to tremble in silence, praying that the terrible creatures would turn away.

So far, luck was on their side. Perhaps they were too small and feeble to satiate the hunger of these ancient leviathans...

A few hours after the start of the voyage, Sunny felt that the constant pull on his mind had begun to wane. His thoughts were slowly becoming clearer, the haze of forgetfulness weakening with each minute. Soon, a ghostly sound of shattering glass resounded in his head. Instantly, the last remnants of the fog that was clouding his consciousness disappeared.

He was free from the enthrallment of the Soul Devourer.

Relieved, Sunny couldn't help but smile. However, his smile was weak and hesitant.

With the effects of the mind hex gone, his usual sharpness had returned. It felt as though an invisible weight had been lifted, allowing his thoughts to finally flow unobstructed once again. Everything became clearer, as though the whole world suddenly came into focus.

feeling. But with it came a better understanding of how terrifying and precarious their

but capricious fortune. The decision to venture into the dark expanse of the cursed sea on a makeshift boat was

nothing sane about the Forgotten Shore to begin with. In this desolate

teeth, Sunny held the oar and

suddenly shifted, making the boat gently sway. She handed the magical staff to Nephis and cautiously moved closer to Sunny, feeling her way

suddenly caught in a tight embrace. The blind girl hid

pressed against him and shaking from crying, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck. While he was trying to comprehend the situation, she

"Thank you… thank you…"

pretended to

no need to thank me. If it wasn't for your warning, we would still be stuck

raised his hand and

quiet as possible, afraid that they will attract something from the

minutes, then finally let go of him. Wiping her face, she

"I'm sorry."

strange. Confused,

she apologizing

you

and, wiping the last tear from her face, turned away

left

holding the steering oar, he let his thoughts wander. With his mind clear again, many things were worth revisiting. He had to distract himself from