Shadow Slave

Sunny was not going to do anything special on that day, more so because the whole crew was in a bit of a melancholic mood. This was all of theirs first winter solstice after escaping the Forgotten Shore, so the Fire Keepers huddled together, remembering their fallen friends and wishing the young Sleepers who were going to enter the Dream Realm come night well.

However, Effie and Kai had other plans. It seemed that Cassie had told him that this was his birthday, so the huntress cooked up something special, and the four of them had a comparatively lavish dinner on the smaller mess deck, sharing the tales of what had happened to them in the past year and laughing about this and that.

Laughter was much better than sorrow.

Especially considering that none of them knew when they would have an opportunity to laugh again.

…On the next day, the dark void around them was already hot enough to make moving on the upper deck hard. All of them dismissed most of their armor and worked the sails, their bodies glistening with sweat. Everyone worked together to keep the ship afloat and moving in the right direction, divided into two shifts.

One would control the vessel, while the other retreated inside to cool off and drink water. Luckily, with the hot air blowing from below, they didn't need all of the sails to achieve their goal, which made things easier.

It had taken Sunny almost a month to reach the divine flames before, but the flying ship made the journey faster. Using several Aspect Abilities and ingenious tools, they were also able to navigate the abyss with a sufficient level of precision, quickly reaching the Tear and continuing to descend in a wide spiral.

The memory of the golden string of fate was still burned into his mind, so, by knowing where the Twisted Rock had been located in relation to their position, Sunny was able to guide the ship toward the rift in the ocean of divine flames.

By the evening, it was already visible, looking like a tiny black hole in the incinerating tapestry of furious light.

However, the rift wasn't really that small. It just appeared so because of the distance. Sunny had almost missed it the first time, flying threw the very edge of the rift and being burned by the divine flames. This time around, they were going to keep to the very middle of it, separated from the immolating orbs of white fire by many kilometers of empty space.

Hopefully, that would be enough to keep them from dying of heat.

The sails were hoisted, and the ship continued to plummet toward the flames, supported only by the sorcerous power of the sacred tree and the ancient enchantments permeating the hull. Sunny was left alone at the helm, the rest of the crew seeking shelter in the main cargo hold, where the air was coolest.

He had summoned the Undying Chain and the Memory of Fire, augmenting the protective charm with all three of his shadows. As the flying vessel came closer and closer to the rift, the leaves of the young tree rustles above him, and ghostly runes suddenly appeared on the surface of the ancient ship.

Slowly, the heat retreated a little. Standing on the upper deck was still hard and uncomfortable, but at least tolerable — especially with the help of his charm.

Sunny carefully guided the vessel into the rift, keeping to the very center of it, as far away from the walls of divine fire as he could. It was as though he was guiding the ship through a vertical tunnel that twisted slowly, moving left and right, forward and back.

Luckily, descending didn't require a lot of skill from the helmsman. Sunny was barely acquainted with how to steer a boat, let alone a flying one the size of a frigate, so he wouldn't have been able to do much if things went wrong.

But they did not.

Some time later, the ancient vessel left the rift and submerged into the darkness once again, the skies above burning like a sea of flame. He sent the ship flying toward the island that loomed in the void, not to far away, and let out a relieved sigh.

They had made it.

***

masts protruding from the island, and disembarked. Walking across the obsidian pillar, everyone

by drifting slabs of shattered obsidian. A tall and magnificent pagoda stood in its center, built of a flawlessly black, lusterless material that seemed

the desolate surface of the island, remains of mysterious structures stood, long turned to ruins. Several obsidian pillars protruded horizontally from its edges, stretching into the empty void like

the Ebony Tower, then turned to Sunny, her

believe you made it all the way here

Sunny hesitated, then shrugged.

with a bit

he sighed and headed

to follow them into the Nightmare — some would maybe challenge their own in the future, when they felt ready, but one year

guide the flying ship back to the Sanctuary of Noctis, and then return with more supplies and enough materials to continue working on the vessel

and the Chained Isles, awaiting the return of the challengers for as long

a bit emotional, at least on the part of the members of Cassie's cohort. She entrusted the command of it to Shim, the healer,

again. For the survivors of the Forgotten Shore, parting with those who they cared about

never became

its dark halls, ascending one level after another. Effie and Kai were looking around, curiosity mixing with fear on their faces. Cassie paled terribly on the second level, where the harrowing

tightly shut, but the blind girl could not do the same. Her keen intuition and enhanced senses, sometimes, were akin

mental resilience was also unmatched. She

taking turns feeding their soul essence to the Cruel Sight. With their

graceful white

them, though, was the

gazebo, and a peaceful grove of trees, their branches rustling under the gentle wind. Some distance away, connected to the gazebo by

dead dragon lay, reflecting the radiant light of the

walked past the clear lake and through the jaws of the great beast,

had once

four of them froze, suddenly overwhelmed by fatigue. Seven chains lay on the pristine white floor in front of them, each ending in a broken shackle. The shackles were marred and torn, their mangled surface

into a chaotic, everchanging mass of

in the fabric of reality,

the Seed,

magnetic, insidious call of

he was going

then looked at

to be said, discussed

was no

"...Are you ready?"

at the pulsating darkness. Their faces were pale and vulnerable, devoid of the