Shadow Slave

Blissfully oblivious to the storm his visit to the Dreamscape was causing back in the real world, Sunny opened his eyes on the Altar Island of the Sanctuary.

Because of how much time he had spent fruitlessly searching for worthy opponents on the Colosseum, he arrived on the Chained Isles much later than he usually would. The sunset was still a few hours away, and the sky was clear and bright. He was welcomed by the familiar murmur of flowing water, the rustling of leaves, and a cool breeze.

Sunny flinched slightly and threw a resentful glance at the deep pool of clean water surrounding the small piece of land on which the altar and the ancient tree stood.

During his first visit to the Sanctuary, Saint Tyris herself had brought him here from the real world. Both of them had appeared near the altar… there had been a small problem, though. Sunny had materialized a bit further than people usually did, and as the result, plunged straight into the pool instead of landing on solid ground.

Not a big setback. However, in a moment of disorientation, he almost had a heart attack. Falling into water reminded him of his first minutes on the Forgotten Shore just too much. For a second, he had thought that he was back in that godforsaken place…

Ever since that day, Sunny never ended up in the water instead of on the soil of the Altar Island again, but the scare that first time had given him was still fresh in his memory.

'Not today!'

With a triumphant smirk, he left the white altar behind and headed toward the ring of tall menhirs.

looked more populated. Groups of Awakened rested on the grass of the park, some discussing upcoming ventures into the wilderness, some

Perhaps because the soul wasn't able to withstand traveling between worlds too often, perhaps because the Spell did not wish for them to return too quickly, or perhaps for some another,

these hours, those Awakened who did not wish to risk their lives in the wild expanses of the Dream Realm usually went about their business or fulfilled their duties

obvious demand to keep watch on the walls and fight off attacking Nightmare Creatures, mundane tasks like

of the Awakened. The population of the

Sanctuary was a rather tiny Citadel, in comparison, so each of the Awakened anchored here had to do their share of work to preserve it. Luckily, Sunny had been assigned a role of an advanced scout — in exchange for his reports about the things he

was rather happy

was on somewhat friendly terms with, entered the interior of the Sanctuary, then headed to his room. Now was a good time to finish

he had collected for Memories or credits… oh, and to properly study

the useless coin could wait. Right now, Sunny

bed, he fished out the soul shards off its bottom and unceremoniously threw them

glinting between a few curios that Sunny had collected in the past two months, he hesitated for a moment, then shrugged, picked it up, and

'All set…'

was time to

Awakened gathered there, walked over to a big, sun-washed rock, and sat down on it. Taking