Shadow Slave

As Sunny and the treasure chest plunged through the skies into the boundless black abyss, pieces of the shattered island pursued them. The Crushing was slowly growing weaker, but it was still strong enough to kill most Awakened.

If not for the power of his shadows, Sunny would have been long dead. And even with it, he was much closer to becoming a corpse than he would have wished to be. His whole body was bruised, bloodied, and in pain.

…Which he could see very clearly, because, in addition to being terribly banged up, Sunny was also currently completely naked.

'What a… glorious sight. Damn it!'

He had dismissed the Puppeteer's Shroud to absorb the shadow essence spent on its summoning, and had none of it left to manifest the armor again. The last drops had been spent to summon the Dark Wing.

As the result, Sunny found himself falling into the Sky Below atop a lop-sided treasure chest while wearing nothing but his pack and the strip of leather holding his broken arm in place. His only hope right now was that neither Master Roan nor Saint Tyris would suddenly appear to save the day and see him in this state.

He would rather plunge into the Tear than live through that embarrassment.

Well… not really.

'I take it back. Both of them can descend from the clouds and carry me away in their arms. I won't mind! No, really!'

But no one came to his rescue. Dodging the heavy slabs of shattered stone and desperately trying to glide through the field of debris, Sunny slowly pushed the chest toward the empty expanse of the Tear and prayed that nothing would damage his fragile cloak.

It was having enough trouble obeying his commands already.

Wing wasn't really designed to carry heavy weights. It could barely support just Sunny himself… and that was in normal conditions. Now that Sunny was refusing to let go of the dead Mimic, and with both of them being affected by the Crushing, the enchanted cloak was on the verge of breaking apart. Instead of gliding smoothly away from the falling rocks, Sunny

island in these circumstances was not easy. But, somehow, Sunny managed to protect both

the Crushing

grimaced from pain, then let out a relieved sigh. The cool breeze was softly touching his burning face, as well as

then, a sudden thought appeared in

are you feeling

Oh… right.

Sunny saw nothing but the swiftly approaching, boundless dark expanse of

endless abyss that stretched downward forever, and from which there was no escape. Not

was where he

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reason whatsoever to believe that he would survive the fall into the Sky Below, let alone ever be able to return to the Sanctuary and the real world. Most likely, he was going to go

life, almost literally, was hanging

he cared about was the physical relief of not being pressed down upon by the Crushing. He was still wounded all over

small things

an invisible, murderous magical force. Or resting comfortably on a wide lid of a treasure chest

…Simple stuff like that.

as keep it level in the air. The treasure chest was wide and long, and its lid was

were worse ways to fall

the Tear, trying to burn the memory of

and absolutely empty. Some people believed that the Ivory Tower had once stood in its middle, and was the first island to break free