Shadow Slave

Chapter 645

…There was warmth, sunlight, and the smell of fresh sheets, wood, and green leaves. Sunny slowly opened his eyes and felt the bed beneath him sway gently. No... the world itself had swayed.

It was time to face a new day.

Suddenly overwhelmed by terror, he sat up with a growl, his eyes wildly searching for the signs of danger, disaster, and death. His four hands rose, sharp claws ready to tear flesh apart.

'No, no, no… it was all a dream, I'm in the nightmare again! I never escaped!'

Panic washed over his mind, but the slowly receded.

Sunny remained motionless for a few moments, then lowered his gaze and stared at his four hands. Four… this was the shadow demon's body. He was awake. He was himself… well, the Nightmare version of himself… ah, it was all so convoluted…

He remembered the desolate fortress, the endless torments he had dreamt of, the fearsome battle with the black steed, and his eventual victory. The terrible pain of his last heart giving out.

…Tu-tum-tu-tump. Tu-tum-tu-tump. Tu-tum-tu-tump.

Hearing the strange sound, Sunny looked at his chest.

His three shadows were sprawled on the ground, so the rough skin of the shadow demon had lost its obsidian color and was back to its original complexion, as pale and grey as it had been back when he first entered the Nightmare. There was a thin, barely noticeable scar running vertically from his collarbone to his abdomen.

And beneath it… tu-tum-tu-tump… two mighty hearts were beating steadily, circulating rivers of blood through the gaunt, towering body of the four-armed demon.

He blinked a couple of times.

'I am… alive?'

but he also seemed to possess

gaze back to his hands and noticed that his two missing fingers were now back, be it of a slightly different color and seemingly carved out of ashen, polished wood. He tentatively made his hands into

even feel the texture of the skin on his palms pressing

his eyes and looked around, trying to

wood, and so was the floor, hidden under an opulent plush rug. The bed he lay upon was sturdy and large, with a mattress

pillows on the floor, a tray with succulent fruit on an intricate wooden table, and a large window on one of the walls, opening onto a breathtaking

decor, the room… felt familiar,

Sunny frowned.

'Wait a minute…'

like this, but far more dilapidated and empty,

his mind, and his vertical pupils

'Noctis! That lying crook!'

a beautiful tree growing around its mast… only that vessel

its original captain —

heart for the shadow demon's body, and even replacing the

was very

still enjoy ripping the

lying sack of monster crap! Spend the night in the fortress, Sunless…

skin apart with the claws. He was full

of making the deceitful sorcerer squirm felt very nice. But no matter how weak and affable Noctis seemed, he was an

in life than harboring thoughts

so much Sunny had to think about instead. The nightmares, the battle with the Shadow stallion, the rewards he had received after emerging victorious from

did not receive an opportunity to consider all these

if summoned by Sunny thinking of his name, the damned sorcerer suddenly opened the door and entered the room, whistling a jolly tune

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