Shadow Slave

The enchanting voice came from the well in a wave of whispering echoes. It was soft and charming, flowing like a smooth silken melody. It seemed to belong to a young man… if mere humans could even possess such a voice. A divine being would suit it more.

…Or a profane one.

Sunny wasn't in the mood to appreciate the smooth and rich texture of the voice, though.

He was covered in cold sweat.

The echoes whispered:

"...time, …time, …time."

In all his time on the Forgotten Shore, Sunny had only met one other creature capable of mimicking human speech. The memory of that encounter still made him tremble.

The thing that had come from the depths of the dark sea in a mantle of fog and stolen Cassie's voice was by far the most terrifying being he had ever met. He didn't even want to remember the utter horror he had felt when the swarm of whispering voices had surrounded him. On that night, Sunny had only been able to keep his sanity intact because of the blind girl's timely warning.

He had only survived the meeting with the creature that possessed a human voice by keeping his eyes tightly shut.

And now, here was another.

'Why were those hunters searching for this ancient horror?'

He frowned. If something sinister was brewing inside the castle, he had to warn Changing Star. But he couldn't do anything before establishing at least some understanding of the entire situation.

That's why Sunny forced himself to stay still despite the fact that every instinct in his body screamed for him to run away. Instinct was not always the best advisor. Humans possessed intelligence for a reason.

…The black fissure of the well loomed in front of him like a pool of darkness. Suddenly, he was incredibly grateful for the immensely heavy ornate grate that kept the charming talker imprisoned in the lightless depths.

Sunny licked his lips and tried to regain his composure. Ready to summon the Stone Saint and the Midnight Shard at any moment, he took a step forward and gazed into the dark emptiness once again.

Then, he slowly said:

to

trying to communicate with the terrifying prisoner of the well instead of running away without

moment it gave you the last one, of

its melodious murmur

no… the

The echoes whispered:

"...mine, …mine, …mine."

was considering his next

life might be depending on what I say

fairy tales about terrible monsters that liked to play riddles with lost children. One wrong answer,

not too late to

before he could ask his question or make the decision to retreat, the thing in the well spoke again.

or not? Not to offend anyone, but lately, you've been very tardy. I have been sitting here by my lonesome for

Sunny blinked.

'What?'

evil. The thing sounded so… human.

it gets

know about how primordial evils were supposed to talk, anyway? If it was able to steal the knowledge of

trying to comprehend what was happening, a few seconds flew

is your best idea yet. Sadly, it won't work. Do you even know what type of diets we trainees have to follow to debut? I guess not.

The echoes whispered:

"...BMI, …BMI, …BMI."

'Wait… what?!'

the well,

tell me that there is really just some guy sitting on

suddenly stopped making any sense, he rubbed his

"Who are you?"

The well fell silent.

not being fed in a long time. It surely sounded ominous and creepy in the moment, but if he looked at it a bit differently… if the group of hunters