Shadow Slave

For the next few days, Sunny's life became rather monotonous. He would meditate while circulating the shadow essence through the coils of the Soul Serpent to enhance the speed of its recovery, pour it into the obsidian arch… and repeat the process.

With each cycle, the runes surrounding the portal became brighter and brighter. The portal was slowly coming to life, feeling Sunny with hope so intense that he struggled to contain it. He had no doubt that he would be able to activate the arch.

And then… he would go to the Ivory Tower, find a way to descend back to the Chained Isles, somehow, and return to the real word.

And by a new refrigerator.

'And stock it with all kinds of food!'

Sitting on the stone floor of the highest level of the Ebony Tower, Sunny looked at the Covetous Coffer, which stood nearby, with a resentful expression. He knew full well that there was no meat left there, or any other kind of food.

Who knew he would miss the vile flesh of the Mordant Mimic one day?

'I guess one should never say never…'

Sunny was close to fully replenishing the shadow essence, so his thoughts began to wander.

Out of boredom, he dove into the Soul Sea, stared at the shadows for some time, then paced around, then summoned some of his Memories and read their descriptions for the hundredth time, then stared at the looming black suns of his Shadow Cores, then paced some more, the summoned a few other Memories.

'Boring… so boring…'

After a while, something finally attracted his attention.

The runes of Weaver's Mask... had apparently changed a little.

Before, there was a [???] in place of the name of its third enchantment. After Sunny had activated that enchantment… almost frying his brain in the process… the name changed, however.

He blinked a few times, then looked at the runes again.

'Did I... did I read it right?'

before, [Mantle of Lies] and [Simple Trick]. The

Enchantment: [Where is

"Helps the wielder peer into the

expression for a few moments, and then laughed so hard that it threw him out of the

oh gods… where is

laughing at Weaver's strange naming sensibility, the cycle of restoring the shadow

his head, smiled, then stood

hall into a stark tapestry of darkness and light. It

toward the obsidian arch and, without wasting any time, touched it with the tip of the silver spear. Once

half of it

took an involuntary step back and raised a hand to

Life.

his eyes adjusted to the brightness, Sunnyslowly lowered his hand and looked

was as though a rift in

the hall was just as it had been — dark, somber, cut from

sky. Sunlight had suddenly invaded the Ebony Tower after thousands of years spent in utter darkness, and brought with it the sounds

could see the skies, but also the ground. A beautiful green meadow continued from where the obsidian floor ended, full of vibrancy and life.

the portal. Surrounded but the blue skies, clouds, and vibrant green grass, it seemed to be the epitome

whole sight was

He swallowed.

Ivory Tower. Mordret was

more, judging by how softly the grass swayed under the wind and how lazily the branches of the tree moved, the heavenly island was really… it was really not affected by

at least,

'Yes!'

Sunny quickly glanced at the circle of runes. Just as he had expected, it was already growing dimmer. The portal was burning through the meager amount of divine flame Sunny had been able to charge it

"Curses!"

Ebony Tower, given the circumstances. There was not much to be done here, to begin with. Time had destroyed every possible trophy he could have found, and the most valuable treasures — the Bone Weave and the knowledge of the map left behind

just had to

of his Memories, Sunny wrapped both shadows around his body… and dashed toward the

please don't be