Shadow Slave

The chain swayed lightly as Sunny and Cassie walked across it, rattling loudly from time to time. Since the island that they had just left was currently ascending, the one in front of them was below and fully visible.

The Northern Island was not too large, maybe two kilometers in diameter. Its surface was one vast level plain, and covered entirely by a beautiful field of violet flowers, as if wrapped in a silken mantle. Despite the fact that the sun was high in the sky, the buds of the delicate flowers closed.

From what Cassie had told him, Sunny knew that they would open only at night, emanating an eerie and beautiful light. He would have liked to witness that strange and magical sight himself, but right now, there were far more important things for them to do.

Not to mention that, at the moment, Sunny's attention wasn't even on the island itself.

Instead, he was looking past it, at the draconian peaks of the Hollow Mountains that towered above the island, submerging it into their vast and deep shadow.

They were shrouded in white mist that flowed slowly down the dark slopes and fell into the black abyss of the Sky Below like an endless wall of white, swirling clouds. The image of it was both magnificent and frightening.

It was as though the sky itself was slowly being devoured by the lightless void… or maybe invading it.

Looking at the dreadful mountains, Sunny couldn't help but wonder if Nephis was currently lost somewhere out there, in the white mist. Or had she not dared to enter it and instead chose one of the other directions?

There was no way to know.

and concentrated on putting one

of the Prowling Thorn and the Dark Wing, Cassie

walked toward the only landmark on

entered the fortress. Nothing attacked them on the way, and there were no sounds except for the whistling of

of the ancient stronghold, Sunny studied the colossal chain that anchored the Isles to the Hollow Mountains. The swirling mist flowed down on both sides of it, obscuring the point where the chain sunk into the

for a few moments, then shivered and looked

led down, cut from weathered rock. The

and, tracing her fingers across them, cautiously stepped onto the stairs. Sunny followed, looking down with

was long and narrow. There was barely enough space for two people to walk side by side. To his right was the stone wall of

placement of the stairs was not accidental, as well. If an attacking force tried to lead an assault down the path, they would have had to fight the defenders one at a time, with the movements of the fighter's right hand being restricted by the slope. Range attacks wouldn't help much

like that, one

descended lower and lower, finally reaching the

into a strange hanging bridge that was attached to the stone surface above by rusty chains. It swayed precariously above the dark

a mournful sound of a