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.

monument to me, that is. I have decided to grace the generations to come with a vision of my matchless beauty. They deserve the

marble monster, scratched the back of

have failed to grasp a couple of nuances of the sculpting art, just yet. This one is really not too bad, but it is just

looked more like

you. Meanwhile, we have retrieved the Ruby Knife.

sorcerer remained silent for a while, then sighed

of course… and discuss the future. Now that the knives are in our possession, the future will surely be upon us soon

***

breakfast in the shade of the ancient tree that grew in the heart of the Sanctuary. Noctis poured himself some

be curious

each other, then nodded. The sorcerer

the knives. The death of the One in the North would have distracted

took a sip

they will send a herald to give me some sort of

his

the other hand, shivered and asked, his voice

something to laugh about? How are

sorcerer grew silent, then

Simple,

wine and looked up, at

We

stunned gazes, Noctis laughed

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. The three

his eyes glinting with a hint of