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.'

just needed to give Noctis an opportunity to defeat her. Anyone

the gods had not been able

an immortal Transcendent… but his weapon was

door, he summoned the Cruel Sight, inhaled deeply… and then turned into an incorporeal

Saints were entangled

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forgone the use of weapons. Neither had they assumed their Transformed forms, preferring to remain in the shape

Sunny simply failed to comprehend the scope

brutal form of combat — they were fighting with

a mountain, sending destructive shockwaves through the vast cargo

to

even worse than when Sunny had caught a glimpse of him outside of the ship. He was covered in blood from head to toe, his face broken and missing an eye. One of

more like a

he

anything, but

Sometimes, he even succeeded.

…But mostly, he failed.

crunch, and more of what made Noctis himself was destroyed. There was almost nothing left of the

the other hand,

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

His thoughts darkened.

'Damnation…'

his chance to interfere. There had to be a chance, a single instance where a momentary delay in Solvane's onslaught

he waited and how

a terrible scream and fell to his

calmly stepped forward and grabbed him by the hair, jerking the sorcerer's head up so

the final blow and said in a voice that seemed