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.

a sigh, he looked down and concentrated on putting one foot in front

Sunny with the help of the Prowling Thorn and the Dark Wing, Cassie by unsheathing the

walked toward the only landmark on the island — the ruins of the ancient fortress

Nothing attacked them on the way, and there were

Mountains. The swirling mist flowed down on both sides of it, obscuring the point where

few

almost unnoticeable, a narrow set of stairs led down, cut from weathered rock. The path snaked around

and, tracing her fingers across them,

space for two people to walk side by side. To his right was the stone wall of the island, and to his left was the bottomless dark abyss of

had to fight the defenders one at a time, with the movements of the fighter's right hand

a place like that, one warrior could stop an

and lower, finally reaching the dark side

completely horizontal, the stairs transformed into a strange hanging bridge that was attached to the stone surface above by rusty chains. It swayed precariously above the dark chasm of the Sky Below,

startled by a mournful sound of a loud bell that suddenly