Shadow Slave

Sunny's bed trembled slightly, and he felt the wind blowing across the room. Still mostly asleep, he sighed and tried to pull the blanket higher. However, that damned thing was nowhere to be found.

'Where the hell is it…'

Reluctant to let go of sleep, he blindly searched for the blanket. Instead of finding it, though, Sunny suddenly felt his whole bed careen to the side. Startled, he opened his eyes… and saw nothing but darkness surrounding him.

'What the?! Oh… right.'

He wasn't in his small room in the Sanctuary. He was plummeting into a lightless abyss atop the corpse of a Fallen Devil, instead.

Sunny stared into the darkness for a bit.

Then, he yawned.

'Well. At least I slept well.'

Indeed, he was feeling rather refreshed. Most of his aches had either disappeared or grown milder, and even his wounded mind felt soothed. He felt rested, energized, and much better overall.

The only problem was, he was still falling into the endless void of the Sky Below.

Sunny scratched the back of his head, though about this predicament, then summoned the Endless Spring and drank some water. Then, he concentrated and tried to assess the situation.

was absolutely the

changed while he slept, and there was nothing he could do about

the treasure chest beneath

did I kill this poor bastard, I even went so far as

below, false stars

judged that he slept for about twelve hours. A bit longer than

to be

to reach the thing on the end of the golden String of Fate, but had to assume that it would take at least a week… much

hidden in the luxurious sleeping pod in the basement of his house. The pod would keep it alive for months, so Sunny was not too worried about

Would anyone miss him?

going to be, they would just assume that he was too lazy to answer

detailed record of who went in and out of the Citadel. The most anyone was going to think about him would be

he was avoiding her, as

the dead treasure chest in boundless darkness, Sunny realized that no one was really going to care that he was gone. So many

in his hand, Sunny remained motionless

have my coins, at

***

he was performing a strange aerial dance. Holding onto the rope connecting him to the dead Mimic with his one functioning hand, Sunny summoned the Dark

down with incredible speed, his body felt pleasantly light. Sunny

his fall was going to increase exponentially, which meant that at some

could breathe in the Sky Below and felt the wind — or rather, the air moving past him as he fell through