Shadow Slave

After Solvane and Sun Prince had been defeated and the light of dawn washed over the shattered remains of the Kingdom of Hope, bringing with it the frenzied fury of the Ivory Dragon, Sunny knew that Sevirax would not be the only obstacle in their way.

Throughout all of it, he had never forgotten about Mordret. In truth, he was warier of the banished prince of Valor than he was of the immortal Saints, no matter how powerful and dreadful they were.

The full force of a great clan had failed to contain the Prince of Nothing. So what hope did Sunny have?

Of course, he was not sure that Mordret would end up as their adversary in this Nightmare. They were allies during this hellish trial, after all… at least in theory.

But he could not discount the possibility. The advice Master Jet had given Sunny before he ventured into the Seed stuck with him. Most of the hard-won wisdom she had shared in the past ended up being instrumental to his survival, so he made sure to remember her words.

For that reason, Sunny and Kai agreed on a very simple plan.

One of them took the Obsidian Knife, and the other took the Glass Knife. Depending on which of the immortals fell, one man was going to finish the job, while the other was going to prevent the Prince of Nothing from intervening, in case the need to do so arose.

As the saying went, it was unwise to put all your eggs in one basket…

The type of egg Sunny had the most experience with had belonged to a Great Devil, so he was not quite sure why exactly keeping eggs in a basket was so detrimental. But he did agree with the general idea.

And so, from the moment the frail old man appeared in his view, Sunny had pursued a single goal.

He had to keep the attention of Mordret and all five of his Reflections on himself.

Even though there was a small possibility that he could emerge victorious if the two of them clashed in earnest, Sunny did not consider his chances of defeating the banished prince in battle high… especially not while being exhausted after the furious assault on the flying fleet and devoid of the support of his Shadows.

never intended to actually fight the Mordret. All

was still in possession of the Glass Knife by asking a

or perhaps he fell for the trap that awaited most habitual liars and failed to account for how warped his impression of people was. Perhaps he underestimated how proficient Sunny grew

the strings. Sunny might have

just barely. He

precise, he did not even use

move. And by the

Almost.

Nothing still could have used his Aspect to move through the reflections and invade the

to Mordret's soul possession. Even if the banished

to the Memories he wore and

at all costs and

that was easier said than

figure streaked from the darkness of the Sky Below toward the slumped silhouette of the Ivory Dragon, Mordret swiftly turned and

a tide of shadows suddenly exploded from the small lantern hanging on Sunny's waist, enveloping everything around them in impenetrable darkness. The light of the sun was swiftly destroying the shadows, but at the same time, it was being devoured by the

collected them from the dark sides of the islands surrounding the Sanctuary before

no reflections, Mordret was robbed of a

did not help at all against the five Reflections, though, since each of them was as comfortable in

decided to try

Dying Wish's effect manifold. Sunny himself was strongly affected by the compelling aura of the charm, feeling an almost irresistible urge to

since he had already dismissed the