Shadow Slave

Sunny remained silent for a long time, looking at Noctis with a grim expression. Finally, he shifted and drew several runes, the onyx claw of his armored gauntlet moving through the ash with swift precision:

"Fortress. Danger. Inside?"

The sorcerer laughed.

"Danger… of course there is danger. But don't worry. It is nothing that you won't be able to handle. Uh… I think. Believe, even! Regardless, there's no one in the entire Kingdom of Hope better suited for this task thank you, Sunless. So… hurry up. Time's a wasting…"

Sunny scowled, unamused by the fact that Noctis avoided the question. Unwilling to let go, he growled and pointed to the runes again.

The sorcerer sighed wistfully.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, Sunless. It's just that there's no point. You won't remember, anyway… but this will benefit us both, trust me. This fortress once belonged to a friend of mine. He was one of Hope's shackles, just like me, and a shadow, just like you. Do you see now why I think that fate itself has brought us together?"

Sunny held his breath.

'So, I was right. Noctis is indeed one of the immortals.'

And, more than that, one of the original seven had been a follower of Shadow God. Only five wardens were still alive, and none of them held dominion over the south… so, it was safe to assume that this Shadow Lord was dead. Suddenly, the sorcerer's comment about this island being someone's resting place made more sense.

If so… maybe there were some relics that the Transcendent of Shadows left behind in the fortress?

That changed things... a little...

Sunny hesitate for a while, and then gestured to his chest.

Noctis smiled.

"What? Surely, you are not doubting my skill! Rest assured, Sunless, I'll create a wonderful new heart for you. I'll even replace the fingers you seem to be missing, as a bonus. Unless not having fingers is your preference, of course..."

then sighed and stood up. Picking up a bunch of grapes, he glanced at the eccentric

anyway… I wonder what the hell did he

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white flowers growing here and there among the emerald grass. The closer to the fortress he came, the more of these flowers

appeared

'These flowers…'

a hint of where he might have

too far from the Sanctuary of Noctis, covered by a vast and beautiful field of such white flowers. Everyone, even the most competent cohorts

petals. As soon as a person stepped on the surface of the island, they would

they succumbed to that desire, none

Sunny silently cursed.

bastard trying to

Noctis simply wanted him dead. A Saint had far easier ways to kill an Awakened, let alone someone as tired and weakened as

true, or at least close to it. He believed that Sunny

Sunny? What

connected to Shadow God, as the previous owner of the fortress

thoughts, he crested another hill and saw the familiar silhouette of

the moss covering its walls, the

walls built of grey stone rose high into the night sky, and the massive gates were closed shut. The ancient fortress was bathed in the pale moonlight, looking somber and foreboding,

Sunny grimaced.

'...Not ominous at all.'

made his way down the hill and approached the menacing stronghold. Its walls had not crumbled yet, so

the ancient stone and started climbing. These walls were nothing compared to the great wall of the Dark City… getting to the top was

He was a

the empty courtyard. Here, the signs of abandonment were more pronounced — there were dust and dirt everywhere, with weeds growing through the

send two of his shadows away to explore the stronghold. If there was indeed a powerful creature nesting inside, they

and halls of the abandoned stronghold, through its towers and dungeons. However, no matter where they looked, they did

they did find,