Shadow Slave

Sunny approached the heavily reinforced door and tried to sense if something was moving on the other side of it.

There was nothing.

It didn't feel as though something dangerous waited for him inside the treasury. On the contrary, with how fresh the air was and how clean the floorboards were, the treasury looked almost… inviting.

He wasn't entirely convinced, though.

Sunny lingered for a bit, then commanded one of his shadows to separate itself from his body and slide under the door. It was going to remain very close, so he was willing to risk weakening himself for a bit.

'How do I even open this thing?'

A moment later, Sunny grimaced and covered his face with a palm.

'...When did I become this stupid?'

Looking through the eyes of the happy shadow, he saw the armored compartment in its entirety.

It was a large room, with a high ceiling and three heavy chests standing in its center.

The entire back wall of the treasury, though, was missing, letting in a flood of sunlight through the jagged edges of a massive breach.

'Of course it's missing!'

The Chain Worm had to have gotten inside somehow, after all. Sunny doubted that the demon could have fit through the door of the treasury, let alone politely lock it behind itself after leaving.

and decided to attribute this momentary lapse of judgment to the taxing nature of having to endure the pain of

to witness him making a fool out of himself,

wait on the other side of the reinforced door. Nothing was going to attack

enter through the breach in the back wall of the treasury, then simply stepped through the shadows and appeared inside. He was too excited and impatient to waste any more time... not to mention that the more times he spent here, the

that would be a

seconds, letting his eyes adapt to the bright light of the sun, and then studied the three chests standing in the middle of

open. Two

eyes widened in

long and adamantine, its dark wood reinforced by strips of dull metal. It was large enough

it and were laying on the floor in a

are

his heart skip a

all the way to forming a third core, and then some. With this

this can't be

allowed Saint to be injured in a fight against Sailor Dolls, walked through the poisonous darkness of the ancient wreck… if it wasn't for the Blood Weave, he

could boast about carrying the legacy of a daemon in their veins? For almost anyone else, this trip would have been fatal. Not to mention that very few

for a bit of good luck. Recently, nothing had really gone his way… take this whole Mongrel fiasco, for example. Or everything

golden coins shined in the bright radiance, inviting him to

so

mind if I

several steps forward, he

this back to the Sanctuary? Damnation! I won't be able to enter the shadows with all that burden, too.

suddenly. His hand hovered just outside the invitingly

Something… wasn't quite right.

Sunny frowned.