Shadow Slave

The mighty griffin landed in front of the caravan, a cloud of snow rising into the air around it. A moment later, a human figure jumped off its back, landing not too far away from Sunny and Naeve.

The man in front of them was tall and had broad, powerful shoulders. His light armor was crafted from the adamantine scales of an unknown monster, with a blue scarf wrapped carelessly around his neck. His hair was the color of straw, as was his thick beard.

The stranger's eyes were bright blue and piercing.

...Master Roan had not changed a lot since the last time he and Sunny met. Sky Tide's husband seemed a little more rugged and weary, but other than the length of his bear, everything else was exactly the same.

'How the hell is he even more handsome now?1 Sunny blinked a couple of times, then smiled a little.

It was good to see Roan alive and well.

In retrospect, his sudden appearance made sense. Since the whole of the White Feather clan had been banished to Antarctica, where else would Roan be?

The man in question, meanwhile, studied the caravan for a few moments, and then headed toward Sunny and Naeve. As he approached, he paused slightly and stared at them with a strange expression. Then, a surprised smile appeared on Roan's face.

"Sunless? Wait... it's you? You're the famous Devil of Antarctica?"

Sunny shifted a little, then cleared his throat in embarrassment.

"Uh... yes? That's what people call me these days, I guess. Anyway, it is very nice to see you again, Master Roan. Really."

Roan remained silent for a few moments, then suddenly laughed.

"Ah... why did nobody tell me? It makes sense, though! You do love striking deals with people... in exchange for soul shards..."

Naeve looked

"You know each other?"

a little startled, Sunny

clan, meet Master Naeve of the House of Night. The two of us are

nods. There was no real tension between them, but Sunny

White Feather was a vassal clan of Valor, while Naeve came from the great clan Night. Politically, there was somewhat of a wall between them... which was probably only made taller by the fact that

stay on the sidelines, though? That, nobody

a handshake to Naeve, then glanced at the column of battered vehicles

people do you

were about to discuss business. Sunny was extremely motivated to

Looking back, he said:

soldiers, thirty thousand civilian refugees, plus a few thousand shipwrecked sailors. I also have one hundred Awakened and around twenty Sleepers, as well as my

having a staring

gave him a long

here all the way

Sunny smiled bleakly.

though. These poor souls have crossed more than three thousand kilometers in search of

lingered for a moment, then briefly grasped his

were encouraging, but

a large number, considering how hard it was to escort such a caravan

those gathered by Sunny, who had found their way to Falcon Scott

a sigh,

going to do this? I suspect that fighting our way to the