Shadow Slave

The three Lost seemed to be in a better shape than they had been the day before — their armor was cleaned, and their wounds were properly tended to. However, somehow, they looked worse to wear. Their faces were paler, their movements were full of tension, and there was a strange darkness hiding in their eyes.

Only the sentinel who had spoken to Sunny before was the same. If anything, his cold resolve seemed to have grown stronger… as did his silent hostility. Without saying a word, he threw the tubes of syntpaste into the cage, then pointed at the waterskin laying on the floor near Cassie.

Sunny tossed the empty waterskin out, and received a new one in return.

"Sir! Can you please tell us what is going on? Where is your, uh... fourth friend? Did something happen?"

The sentinel stared at him with a heavy, grim expression. When he answered, his voice was steady and even:

"Don't speak unless spoken to."

With that, the Lost left. The door of the cell locked with a loud click, the flame of the oil lamp trembled, and everything became silent once again.

Sunny sighed.

"...What an unfriendly fellow."

Just like that, their imprisonment started.

There were no windows in the stone chamber, so it was almost impossible to track the passage of time. Their only hint was the appearance of the three Lost, who brought them food and water once every day, and sometimes changed the oil in the lantern.

Sunny and Cassie spent the first few days in silence and tense, grim anticipation. They slept back to back, sharing the heat of their bodies to overcome the chilling cold of the prison cell, and suffered through the daytime without speaking to each other unless absolutely necessary. Both were waiting for something disastrous to happen.

However, nothing did.

Welthe nor Master Pierce had visited the enchanted chamber, as well, as if

how the three Lost that brought them food — their only connection

seemed more and more frightened, while the third grew increasingly cold and grim. No matter how much Sunny tried to get the sentinel to speak, the arrogant warrior refused to tell him anything, and only glared at the

used to look at Sunny and Cassie while delivering the food, now only the sentinel did. The other two stood facing the door, their

their hands

everything she remembered about the Night Temple in return. With nothing else to do but teach each other, they went over every little detail many times over… only

understanding, not even a good guess

For now…

tubes of synthpaste into the cage, while the other two assumed defensive

outside, a chilling scream suddenly resounded in the corridor outside the door. A long, drowning shriek echoed from the

human throat produce such a

and gripped their weapons, one

and pushed

yourself, cowards! Remember

threw the waterskin to Sunny and rushed outside, a slender sword appearing in his hand from

the oil lamp

opened again, only

***

the surviving Lost looked like a walking corpse. There were no wounds on his body, but his eyes were dull and glassy. He glanced at

seemed a bit… diminished. His handsome face was still cold and resolute, but there was a slight weakness to how his shoulders

water inside the cage, not even waiting for Sunny to return the other two waterskins. Sunny wanted to

eyes that made the idea of pushing him even a little seem too