Shadow Slave

Sunny stared into the void suspiciously.

"Yeah? And how come you are so concerned about my well-being?"

The voice remained silent for a bit, then answered wistfully:

"I haven't really spoken to anyone in a long, long time. It would be a shame to finally find someone to talk to, only for them to die soon. Don't you think?"

'That guy is definitely not just a simple Lost… what is his deal, really? Is he actually a human or only pretends to be one?'

Sunny thought for a bit, then said:

"I guess. And since we're on the topic… how is it exactly that we are able to talk?"

He expected the voice to change the subject or ignore the question, but to his surprise, it actually answered:

"I am not really sure. This has never happened to me before, either."

After a while, it added hesitantly:

"Have you… have you perhaps found a piece of a broken mirror somewhere?"

Something clicked in Sunny's mind.

"Broken mirror… Mirror Beast… Beastie…"

The Ascended Reflection! The shard of a mirror that the strange creature had left behind was still inside the Covetous Coffer… smeared with his blood…

'Crap!'

So the owner of the voice was the creator of the murderous Reflection Sunny had encountered on the Reckoning. That… that gave him as many questions as it had given him answers.

He couldn't really think about it right now, though, because the pressure of the Flaw was already building in his mind, forcing him to speak.

"Now that you mention it, I did, indeed, recently find a piece of a broken mirror. With the word "Beastie" written on it in a child's handwriting."

The voice remained silent for a while, then asked quietly:

"Oh? How exactly did you find it?"

as long as

a powerful creature I killed. I

of anguish in it. The owner of the voice tried very hard to suppress it, but his pain seemed to be too deep to not seep into his

dead. I

fell silent once

After a

going to be angry with

resounded from the

with you? Why would I be angry with you? You are not to blame for

shivered, suspecting that whoever or whatever it was that had been responsible for the Mirror Beast becoming separated from its creator — and eventually dying by his hand

Then, he asked cautiously:

was it, though? I have

of itself when it answered after a

I… I created him when I was just a lonely

tilted his head, then frowned

mean, a kid? A

The voice laughed bitterly.

when I was twelve. It's

Sunny blinked.

the Nightmare at twelve… of course

in extremely rare cases, the people infected by the Spell were outside of the usual age range. The entire first generation of the Awakened had been, for example. And there were cases of

I thought that

throat, then

better, the creature tried to

however, didn't respond. It seemed that its owner had once again spent all of his soul essence… or whatever it was that allowed him to communicate

Sunny sighed.

it! I didn't even have time to ask him

strategic with how he chose his words, damn

***

like, to not be falling. The darkness seemed to be eternal and everpresent, as

'Maybe it was?'

it wasn't. He was almost

had changed slightly. Not only were the distant shimmering lights now closer and brighter, but it also

spot, sitting cross-legged in the center of the treasure chest and training to better control the flow of shadow

"...You practice archery?"

opened his eyes and glanced into the darkness, then