Shadow Slave

Everyone seemed stunned into a grave silence by these words... even Noctis, who must have heard and seen a lot during his long life. Frozen, Sunny stared at Cassie, his lightless pupils narrowing into two vertical slits. Everyone… was dead?

Everyone?

Had Mordret... slaughtered an entire region? Thousands of people, or even tens of thousands? Mundane humans, Awakened, Ascended… even the Transcendent Lady of the North herself?

Suddenly, a cold shiver ran down his spine.

Sunny knew, of course, that the Prince of Nothing — the owner of the friendly voice he had heard once, in the darkness of a bottomless abyss — was formidable, and would have grown more formidable still after being sent into the body of a Terror. He also knew that Mordret was not completely of sound mind, and that the influence of Hope would have only exacerbated that subtle fissure.

But a slaughter on such scale… he had never even thought that Mordret would be capable of committing something like that… and why? What goal was the banished prince pursuing? He was never cruel without a cold and calculated reason… or at least he had not been, in the past. Every monstrous act that Mordret had perpetrated before was full of perverse, but deliberate practicality.

How could something like that be practical? Even forming a seventh core would not have demanded a hecatomb of that magnitude...

Sunny really did not know how to feel. On one hand, the news of a Chain Lord's demise was beneficial for his plans… in that sense, the Prince of Nothing had already accomplished more to conquer the Nightmare than the four of them combined. But on the other hand, Sunny just couldn't help but feel uneasy about it… about Mordret.

What was the son of Valor planning?

His thoughts were interrupted by Noctis, who let out a deep sigh.

"Everyone is dead… ah, I barely remember the last time something like that happened. But when I was young, at the dawn of the Age of Heroes, things like that were rather common… you wouldn't remember, I guess. That is what happens when human champions grow unfit for their duty."

He looked away with a dark expression, and then added in a grim tone:

quite a while now… if the Lords can even be called champions, still. Come to think

then shrugged and turned to Cassie, seemingly

for delivering this message, girl. If everyone in the north is dead… that makes you the

lingered for

Noctis pursed his lips.

is worth, you are welcomed to stay here, in my Sanctuary. This is a place for

in the conversation, but at that moment, Cassie

indeed something

a slight frown and asked with a bit

am sure I'll be

of her rapier, and then said, her voice

my friends. I wonder if you would be able to help me find them,

Effie with

uh... do you, perhaps… not know how your friends look, where they are, and what they are called?

tilted her head, remained silent for a few moments,

a four-armed demon, a cripple with a grating voice, and a little girl. Their names are Sunless, Nightingale, and Raised by Wolves.

Noctis smiled radiantly.

would be very strange! Gods, finally, someone normal... a four-armed demon, you

he slowly turned to Sunny,

feet pattering on soft grass, and a small figure collided with the young woman, hugging her

"Cassie! You're alive!"

Effie was going to tackle her, a bewildered expression still appeared on

am. I am happy to see