Shadow Slave

Sunny sat silently for a few moments, thinking.

'Sun God…'

So, the ruler of this land had angered the gods, and one of them struck down her kingdom. He could just imagine it — a vast pillar of incandescent white flame falling from the skies, piercing the ground and causing the whole region to fracture, its fragments falling into the searing inferno of the divine flame one after another.

Well… not all of them had fallen.

He glanced up, wondering if the Chained Isles were created to save the citizens of the destroyed kingdom from annihilation. If so… that prideful ruler must have been not so simple herself.

Who would be powerful enough to dare resist the wrath of the gods?

And what had that being done to provoke it?

But more importantly…

How the hell did the voice of the void knew so much about it?

A subtly suspicious expression appeared on his face.

"...Really? This is very interesting. And how exactly do you know all this?"

Sunny hesitated, and then cautiously added:

"Did you, perhaps, have something to do with that prideful ruler?"

The voice was silent for a moment, and then suddenly exploded with sincere laughter.

"Oh my! I wish! Wouldn't that be grand… but no, I am just an Awakened who had studied the Chained Isles, probably the same way that you have studied them in your travels. The ruins here are all but destroyed by the endless cycle of the Crushing, but if one knows where to look, there are still some answers left to find."

Sunny smiled.

"True. But I am actually a research assistant for the Wilderness Survival faculty of the Academy, and yet I have never seen any of the information you possess in the database. With the level of access that I have, that is very strange, isn't it?"

The voice chuckled.

"How am I supposed to report my findings to the Academy? I can't even leave the Dream Realm."

Sunny blinked.

That… actually made a lot of sense. Sort of. Lost or not, an Awakened still had to survive somehow in the Dream Realm, so they were bound to live in one of the Citadels. Probably. So, it wasn't like they had no contact at all with the real world, even if it was only through the other inhabitants of their Citadel.

the owner of the voice was not a usual Lost. Or

just a figment of his

He frowned.

anywhere in the

lingered for

not in the

to mean? There was another Citadel on the Chained Isles, the Night Temple. But

to do with the great clan Valor? Sunny raised

from the Night

there was no

he

Sunny sighed.

swear to gods, this is even more annoying than

a voice of the void could be more irritating than someone who had been almost literally raised by wild

"No manners! No decorum..."

***

Sunny regretted not asking the voice necessary questions. He would have to be more strategic with his words

heavenly fire… survive

at the stars and felt

supposed to withstand the searing heat of

that flame burn

answer, but felt that it would be

the layer of the abyss containing the false stars, which

toll on his body. Sunny had no idea

confront danger, and

stared down, at the

he really going to have to eat…

his shadows seemed disgusted by

hey… food

'Right?'

a sigh, Sunny summoned the Covetous Coffer, took out his last meal out, and looked

"Tonight… we feast!"

we mourn. And barf.

***

before. The sight of the black void littered with shimmering

plummeting treasure chest with an extremely miserable expression on his face. It was deathly pale, and his chin was covered with drying black

his mouth, he tore a piece of it with his teeth, and forced

the taste