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?'
only was he alive, but he also seemed to possess
something, Sunny shifted his 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
palms pressing
looked around, trying to understand where
and ceiling were made out of wood, and so was the floor, hidden under an opulent plush rug. The bed he lay upon was sturdy and large, with a
pillows on the floor, a tray with succulent fruit on an intricate wooden table, and a
decor, the
Sunny frowned.
'Wait a minute…'
dilapidated and empty, on the ancient
his mind, and
'Noctis! That lying crook!'
around its mast… only that vessel had not been shattered and wrecked, then recovered and restored
by its original captain — the great
fashioning a new heart for the shadow demon's body, and even replacing the
was very
that Sunny would not still enjoy ripping
Spend the night in the fortress, Sunless… what's the worst that could happen, Sunless! I'm going to
almost slicing his own skin apart
felt very nice. But no matter how weak and affable Noctis seemed, he was an immortal Transcended, a Chain Lord of the Kingdom of Hope. Someone whose mere presence was enough to scare a
in life than harboring thoughts of revenge
the battle with the Shadow stallion,
to
thinking of his name, the damned sorcerer suddenly opened the door and entered the room, whistling a jolly tune
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