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.

situation was absolutely

nothing, nothing had changed while he slept,

chest beneath

pettiness. Not only did I kill this poor bastard, I even went so far as to take a nap on top of its dead body. Talk

false stars shimmered with

for about twelve hours. A bit longer than usual, but he was really exhausted after everything that

he assumed them to be correct, that would

going to take 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 longer than that, most

body was safely hidden in the luxurious sleeping pod in the basement of his house. The pod would keep it alive for

Would anyone miss him?

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

of the Citadel.

was avoiding

the lid of the dead treasure chest in boundless darkness, Sunny realized that no one was really going to care

a long look at the beautiful glass bottle in his hand, Sunny remained motionless

my coins,

***

the dead Mimic with his one functioning hand, Sunny summoned the Dark Wing, then cautiously climbed onto the

with incredible speed, his body felt pleasantly

any sense? Yesterday, he had thought that the speed of his fall was going to increase exponentially, which meant that at some point his body

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