Shadow Slave

Hearing Mordret's pleasant voice reminded Sunny of the time they had shared in the Sky Below, and the closeness that had existed between them back then. A long time ago, he had considered the mysterious prince if not a friend, then at least an ally. He had been fond of the owner of the disembodied voice enough to worry when it disappeared.

Of course, all of that had been a lie. A masterfully crafted net of deception that Mordret had created to lure Sunny into bringing the mirror shard into the Night Temple, and setting him free.

The memory of the dark conclusion of that story — the fear, the pain, the shame of having been led astray and betrayed... the slaughter — gripped his hearts with icy claws. Sunny glared at the reflection of the young man for a few moments, then gritted his teeth.

He hated to admit it, but there was no escaping the fact that he feared Mordret. Sunny had met many powerful men and even more terrifying abominations, but the Prince of Nothing was perhaps the only one whom he was truly scared of. Not because of the Divine Aspect or the lineage of War, but precisely because of how insidiously cunning and inexplicable the Prince of Nothing was.

It was like what Teacher Julius had said… what humans feared the most was the unknown. And no matter how many times Sunny tried, he simply could not understand how Mordret thought, what his motives were, and what was he scheming behind that friendly smile. Because of the eerie wrongness hiding in the depths of his eyes, the Prince of Nothing was impossible to predict.

Hell, he was even impossible to kill. The whole of the great clan Valor had tried, and failed.

…Grasping the Extraordinary Rock, Sunny made sure that there was no one really standing behind him, and addressed the reflection in a gruff voice:

"...Oh. It's you. What are doing inside the lake? Don't be a stranger, Mordret… come, enter my Soul Sea, and let's talk face to face."

The reflection of the young man lingered, its smile turning a little forced. Then, it spoke again:

"How strange… I can hear you speak, but I don't see your lips moving. Have you been learning new tricks, Sunless? Ah, good for you. I've been doing some of that myself…"

Sunny scowled, shadows veiling his eyes.

"I have… I've heard. A whole region of the kingdom, Mordret? Really? I thought you did not enjoy killing innocent people. Or did you tell yourself that it was alright because they were not real?"

Mordret tilted his head a little. Then, he said with the same pleasant smile:

point of

Hearing that, Sunny shivered.

meanwhile, shook its

waking world. Those I killed were all already dead, Sunless. All of them

with himself, but neither did he seem

much

Prince of Nothing looked at

to describe them myself. Time is of the essence, after all… sending a reflection across such a

then sighed and crossed his four

even if I would not have used the word adventures to describe it.

for a

To conquer the Nightmare, of course. Don't

growl escaped

do. Stop playing games and just tell me what it is that you want

Mordret sighed.

simple… which is not to say easy. I want you to keep Noctis alive, at

Sunny blinked.

trying to make me do… does he really want me to protect Noctis, or is he hoping that I will do the opposite of what he wants and kill Noctis instead? Why would he want Noctis dead before the war even started? No, wait… maybe he really does

the reflection with a dark expression,

"Is that all?"

of

all. If you can accomplish this simple task, I can guarantee that

Sunny snorted.