Shadow Slave

The journey back was, sadly, uneventful. Sunny had hoped that they would stumble upon a few Nightmare Creatures, but this close to the Sanctuary, there weren't many — except for those too powerful for the cohort to attack without a serious reason and thorough preparations.

Come to think, these powerful abominations were probably the reason why the weaker ones kept away. Perhaps that was why Noctis had not eradicated them.

Well… that, or he was simply too lazy.

They returned to the sorcerer's stronghold at dawn, and went to find him without wasting any time. However, Noctis was not at his residence, and the wooden door remained shut. Eventually, they located him at the far side of the island, where the immortal was… making a statue.

There were several giant slabs of marble laying on the ground, and a dozen or so chisels hacking at them without anyone's help. The sorcerer stood some distance away, his luscious black hair powdered by marble dust, and watched it all with a satisfied expression on his face while sipping from a glass of wine.

The first of the statues seemed to be close to completion, and resembled… something. It might have been a human, or a horse. Sunny found it hard to tell.

Noticing them, Noctis grinned.

"Oh, you're back!"

Then, he looked at the hideous stone abomination and raised his chin proudly.

"What do you think? Majestic, right?"

Sunny hesitated for a few moments, and then said cautiously:

"Uh… that is one word to describe it, without a doubt. But… what is it?"

The sorcerer frowned with confusion.

the generations to come with a vision of my matchless beauty. They deserve the privilege of witnessing it, as

marble monster, scratched the

just yet. This one is really not too bad, but it is just the first attempt. Luckily, I have plenty

hideous statue for a bit, quite sure that it looked more like a monstrous gargoyle than Noctis. Then, he shook his head

retrieved the Ruby

silent for a while,

of course… and discuss the future. Now that the knives are in our

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that grew in the heart of the Sanctuary. Noctis poured himself some

curious about what

four of them glanced at each

Lords already know that I am collecting the knives. The death of the One in the North would have distracted

took a sip of wine

will take them some time to come together. After that, predictably, they will send a herald to give me some sort of an ultimatum. And

his head,

shivered and asked, his

laugh about? How are we going to repel an attack of

sorcerer grew silent,

well. Simple, really. We

of wine and looked up,

attack them first. We will lay siege

stunned gazes, Noctis laughed

are so fun to talk to! These expressions are priceless. However, even younglings like you should have learned by now that having more power doesn't always mean achieving victory.

them, his eyes glinting