Shadow Slave

As Sunny was standing still, petrified by what he saw, Noctis finished brewing the tea and poured the amber liquid into a beautiful porcelain cup. Then, the sorcerer raised it to his face, inhaled the fragrant steam, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Then, noticing an unexpected guest, he glanced at Sunny and smiled:

"Sunless! What a nice surprise. Wait… did something about you change?"

The sorcerer tilted his head with a confused expression, studied the towering figure of the shadow devil for a few moments, and then suddenly brightened up.

"Oh! It's your horn! When did you break it?"

'Really? That is what he noticed?!'

Sunny stared at the cup in the immortal's hands, then grasped the Extraordinary Rock. He didn't really have to hold the Memory to make use of it, but at the moment, Sunny was experiencing a desperate need to hold on to something… anything.

Taking a careful breath, he gripped the Roack and said hoarsely:

"...Back in the Temple of the Chalice. You… you are drinking tea?"

Noctis lingered for a bit, glanced at his cup, and then smiled.

"What a prudent observation. Come… let's not let this nice tea get cold."

With that, the sorcerer turned around and headed deeper into his residence, gesturing for Sunny to follow. The teapot flew into the air and hovered above the immortal's shoulder, as well.

As soon as Sunny made a step forward, however, Noctis suddenly turned, looked at him with a strange expression, and said:

"That, uh… try not to step on anything that seems to be… actually, just don't move at all! We don't want for anything to happen, right?"

At that moment, the chamber trembled again, and more cracks appeared on its stone floor. Sunny stared down with a somber expression, then sighed and used Shadow Step to appear near the sorcerer.

"Why? What's under there?"

Noctis smiled.

nothing. Just a, uh… a memento from an old friend.

the torrential flood of soul essence that the sorcerer saturated it with, the pool of blood that the ancient stones had absorbed — all of it pointed to something dreadful being

he thought better of asking any questions and simply followed Noctis

his chair, gazed upon the breathtaking vista of the Kingdom of Hope, and took a

Noctis

The other Chain Lords, they are ready to

sip, sighed, and then said

days. So… you might want to relax for a bit. Enjoy the tea. This will probably be the last moment of peace you will have for a while, Sunless. Or

a long time, a myriad of important questions pressing on his mind. But then, he simply shook his head, chased them away, and poured some tea into a delicate cup that stood on the

fragrant drink

the approaching doom, the world felt tranquil and warm here, on the parapet of the

while, Noctis sighed and

going to miss this, I

and asked with a hint of curiosity in his

that someone like me would want to free Hope. But what

for a few moments,

had lofty desires. To grow stronger than others, to break free from the chains of fate. And maybe… maybe

paused, looked down, and then

me who is lacking. And

of tea, and

think you are lacking? And from what

letting the pressure of the Flaw build inside his soul for a few moments. Then, he said

should I know? If I had an answer for that,

and then

you heard the legend of a hero named

of times,

Strange that some third-rate hero I don't even know got to have a whole