Shadow Slave

As Sunny slowly approached the main cargo hold, he felt doubt crawl into his mind.

What was he actually doing?

A battle between two Saints was no place for an Awakened, no matter how powerful he had grown after absorbing thousands of shadow fragments and forming the fourth core. The gap in power between Sunny and Solvane was just too vast… he had faced her twice in the past, and each time, the War Maiden crushed him without even putting any effort into her attacks.

The bitter taste of those defeats still lingered in his mouth.

…Especially of the second one, when he watched helplessly as she slaughtered Elyas in front of his eyes.

When he remembered that vile day, his pupils narrowed. An overwhelming feeling of hatred and anger drowned his mind, so scorching and consuming that Sunny was momentarily stunned by the intensity of it.

Every wound, every second of torturous pain, every night of quiet desperation he had experienced in the Red Colosseum rose from the depths of his memory, making him feel as if he was reliving all that torment. The memory of the burning Sacred Grove was there, too, as well as that of an old man crying as he cradled the dead body of his mother in his trembling arms.

And that of Elyas's bright eyes suddenly turning empty and hollow. The grief, shame, and fury of not having been able to keep his promise and save the young man…

Sunny tried to resist the hatred, but failed. It was just too vast, deep… and deserved.

Solvane had deserved his hatred.

She put him in a cage…

She tried to make him a slave.

Gritting his teeth and suppressing a bestial growl, Sunny continued to move forward.

'I'll make her pay... it is not impossible.'

defeat Solvane… he just needed to give Noctis an opportunity to defeat her. Anyone could be defeated, anyone could be destroyed... you just had to use the right

not

enemy was an immortal Transcendent… but

a familiar door, he summoned the Cruel Sight, inhaled deeply… and then turned into an incorporeal shadow, sliding noiselessly into the main cargo

were entangled in

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forgone the use of weapons. Neither had they assumed their Transformed forms, preferring

Sunny simply failed to comprehend the scope and magnitude

and brutal form of combat

strike was devastating enough to crush a mountain, sending

seemed to

ship. He was covered in blood from head to toe, his face broken and missing an eye. One of his cheeks was ripped open, revealing white teeth and making it seem as though Noctis was grinning. The sight of it

more like a corpse than a living

he

was almost too great for Sunny to discern anything, but he could still

Sometimes, he even succeeded.

…But mostly, he failed.

strike that landed on his body, more blood was spilled, more bones were broken with a sickening crunch, and more of what made Noctis himself was

the other hand, seemed perfectly

any blemishes, her simple red tunic flawlessly clean. The only indication that she had been locked in a furious fight

His thoughts darkened.

'Damnation…'

to be a chance, a single instance where a momentary delay in Solvane's onslaught would allow Noctis

matter how long he waited and how closely he watched, the moment

out a terrible scream and fell to his knees,

jerking the sorcerer's head up so that his mangled face

to deliver the final blow and said in a voice that