Shadow Slave

Sunny knew how to write, of course. That said, he certainly did not have a lot of experience writing by hand, let alone had a signature — simply because people at large, and especially those in the outskirts, almost never used paper and pens to relay information. Why would they, if everything was usually stored digitally?

However, he was in a better position than most. Out there in the Dream Realm, many long-abandoned traditions had found a new life, so Sunny managed to scribble down his name on the piece of synthetic paper with at least some semblance of finesse.

Handing it back to Master Naeve of Night, he smiled awkwardly.

"Here. I… hope your daughter likes it."

The scion of the great clan received the piece of paper with gratitude and hid it in the pocket of his coat.

"Thank you very much. I am away a lot, so this will go a long way. Next time I see her, she will probably already be six… and terribly peeved that I've been gone for so long. Coming back with a present is bound to help!"

He looked at Sunny with genuine mirth. Then, a knowing spark gleamed in his strange indigo eyes.

Naeve gestured at the ocean and asked:

"You are not too comfortable on water, are you?"

Sunny lingered for a moment, then scoffed.

"You must have seen the movie yourself. Is it really a surprise that I have a complicated relationship with the sea?"

The handsome Master smiled.

"Oh, yes. I haven't thought about that, sorry. Still… at least you are familiar with it. Most people just don't understand."

failed to understand. For a moment, the two men shared a strange feeling of closeness. Both had

studied the massive silhouettes of the iron ships

what are our chances of making

Naeve laughed.

too much if I were you. Sure, anything can happen. But this convoy is as safe

especially fearsome dreadnought that

the House of Night aboard the flagship. There are several Nightwalkers such as I spread around the other ships. There are also at least one cohort of experienced Awakened warriors of my clan on each vessel. We know what

scion of the great clan lingered for a

away and returning with reinforcements for the government army. Each of the four fleets was made to be nearly indestructible. Still… that doesn't

the handsome man and

you don't have to worry about that. I have already memorized the whole thing, more or less. I may be lacking in many regards, but being unreasonably paranoid is not one of

Naeve smiled.

trait to have. I wish more people were

***

chatted with the Nightwalker for a few more minutes before taking his leave. Master Naeve had turned out to be unexpectedly friendly and pleasant to be around. He was

lot better about his current circumstances. He had also grown a bit fascinated with the

a Sovereign, but wielded

what was that advantage,

confirmed his suspicion. The feeling Naeve gave him was somewhat similar to what he had

Goddess of the Black Skies were all eerily related to the role the House of Night played in human society, and Sunny did not think that it was

seemed to have been correct. It was all but certain now that the founder of the great clan, an enigmatic Awakened of the First Generation known as Nightwalker, had inherited the lineage of Storm God and somehow shared its power with the rest of the

six divine lineages are accounted

Night had inherited the lineage of Storm

had inherited the lineage of Sun