Shadow Slave

Sunny hesitated for a few moments, then looked at Kai and said with determination.

"Let's go."

Kai nodded and followed the four-armed demon, pushing forward his bandaged body with visible effort. Seeing his friend's suffering, Sunny gritted his teeth.

The archer, meanwhile, glanced at him with a grim expression, and then said in his new, unfamiliar and ugly voice:

"Sunny… I have one question. Can you answer it?"

Sunny slowed down and turned to him, a deep scowl contorting the bestial lines of his face.

"Of course. What is it?"

Kai remained silent for a bit, then asked cautiously:

"Uh… where, exactly, are we going?"

Sunny blinked a couple of times, then tilted his head a little.

"Oh, right. Where else? We are going to talk to Noctis!"

With that, he turned around and continued walking toward the immortal sorcerer's residence.

The archer hurried to catch up, then said in a stifled tone:

"Ah… that Noctis? The immortal Transcendent? Blessed of the Moon, Crimson Beast of Twilight, Chain Lord of the Kingdom of Hope, and all that?"

at him,

he is indeed terrifying,

A pair of Sailor Dolls were standing guard outside, their indifferent faces staring at them with hollow stillness. Noticing Sunny, one of them moved aside and knocked on the door,

them entered and

"What the hell…"

might have seemed like a wise sage in the middle of a deep meditation, if not for dozens of empty amphoras of wine that floated all around him. The terrifying Chain Lord, Blessed of the Moon, the

at Sunny, then at Kai. Finally, he landed on the floor and yawned,

wait, did I say that out loud? No, surely not… I am too wise and courteous to make a rude remark like that, of course… nice to meet you, whoever you are!

amphoras to disappear without a trace. Then, Noctis walked

do you owe

do we owe… wait, wasn't it supposed to be

with an inexorable expression on his

told you about? Well, this

of times,

that you were supposed to find after visiting an island that doesn't exist, despite not knowing

Sunny smiled.

Nightingale, my dear friend. A man with a voice of an angel, and a face to go

sidelong glance, then bowed

to meet

shuddered and looked right and

those creatures again, even in jest. Angels are not something to be called upon, whether by name or in

of the moon on his forehead

one of your friends. Have the

a bit, then

We still need to find two more friends

and more distant by the day. But he needed the sorcerer's help and his knowledge to find and retrieve