Shadow Slave

Eventually, the four of them were invited into the room where Nephis slept… this time on a hospital bed instead of inside of a closed coffin of a sleeping pod. The administrators of the Academy wanted to avoid any more damage, so asking the members of Changing Star's cohort for help was a logical step.

Seeing familiar faces first after waking up would probably calm her down. And if not… having four Masters at hand would be enough to deal with any unforeseen complications.

Most likely...

Sunny stood in the corner, looking at Nephis with a somber expression. Her pale face, her silver hair. For the past two years, he had often seen her through the transparent lid of the sleeping pod, bathed in its ghostly light. Now that she was out and returned to the real world, Changing Star seemed much more… material. And strangely vulnerable.

She was truly back.

He sighed.

Cassie was sitting on a chair beside the bed, while Effie and Kai were resting on a sofa. None of them knew when Neph was going to wake up, and they had already spent a couple hours waiting. Without having to discuss it, all four decided to stay quiet. So… by now, they were pretty bored.

Sunny, on the other hand, was filled with more and more tension.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

'This anticipation is killing me. It's pure torture.'

her power over him. But it was better to prepare for the worst. For that reason, Sunny was mentally going over all the clever ways he had thought of to undermine her absolute authority as his master. There were

he had chosen to kill the Mirror Beast instead

but

while, he shook his head and moved slightly. Then, without being noticed by anyone, Sunny silently merged

in their dark embrace, he hesitated for a few moments, and then called upon Nightmare. A vast shadow appeared near him, all around him… this was the dark destrier in

to be enveloped by the larger shadow, and then gave it a silent command. What happened next… was hard to

the past, and each time was as strange.

anxious anticipation, anyway. He had to see

found himself on a

cliffs far below. Some distance away, a tall and beautiful lighthouse stood, illuminating the

to walk along the edge of the cliff. Sitting in the saddle, he rode the black steed and tried not to look around too

were a strange place. They did not adhere to the logic of the real world and were always flowing, always changing. The more powerful a dreamer was, the more solid

The threats contained within them might not have been real, but by invading this subliminal space, the

However, not only dreadful fiends posed a threat. His opponents were empowered by

nightmares were bound to

Sunny recognized the familiar shapes of the stone buildings of

and a luxurious PTV lay overturned some distance away, its armored frame bent and riddled

back. After hesitating for a moment, he bent down

faces, and instead looked like smooth-faced mannequins. Their flesh, however, was quite

the surroundings. It did not take him long to