Shadow Slave

There was a black dot in the sky, far in the distance, slowly moving in the direction of the dark island. At first, Sunny felt a glimmer of hope ignite in his heart as he remembered a similar situation from the past.

That time, it had turned out to be Kai.

But, this time...

This time, his intuition was ringing alarm bells, and a cold feeling of dread crept from somewhere to grip him with icy claws.

Sitting on the Shadow Chair with his legs crossed, Sunny leaned back and sighed.

"...Crap."

With that, he exploded with a flurry of activity.

First, Sunny dismissed his precious chair and dashed toward the middle of the island. At the same time, he sent a mental command to Saint.

Nephis and she were currently engaged in a furious sword fight. Light and darkness were intertwined in a shimmering whirlpool of sharp steel, and the graceful knight's onyx figure was starkly contrasted against the rippling white tunic and alabaster skin of her slender opponent.

Following Sunny's order, Saint froze. The tip of Neph's sword stopped a split second later, hovering millimeters away from the slit of her visor.

Nephis frowned, then retracted her sword and looked around.

There was a shadow on a rock outcropping that protruded from the ground a few meters away. It seemed to belong to a young man, and was currently waving its arms in the air while pointing at the sky.

She swiftly turned around and looked up, then dashed away a moment later.

'That's done...'

and landed near a half-eaten fragment of tarnished silver. The scrawny figure of Imp could be seen nearby, laying on the ground with a blissful smile on his fiendish face. His hands were rubbing

"Stand up, buddy!"

to his feet. However, outweighed by

don't have time

grabbed the weakly struggling fiend, and hoisted him on his

'What... the hell...'

how much had the

to carry Imp. His veins swelled, and a befuddled expression appeared on his face. Commanding the shadows

tossed the little fiend down. Then, he threw one more look at

slope of the fissure as they desperately tried to calm down their breathing. Saint and Fiend were nearby, the former standing

deep darkness enveloping the

amphora of white clay was standing on the ground in front of them, its surface decorated with mesmerizing patterns. It was another one of the Memories Summer Knight had given to Nephis, and its purpose was

the amphora was going to

volunteer to leave its

perhaps "volunteer" was

would ever entrust an important matter to, the next in seniority had to go. So, the creepy guy was currently hiding a few meters away

keeping it company with

formed into an emerald flute, and he covered them with a dome of silence. Then, he

"I... I see it."

then asked in a low

"What is it?"

lingered for a

his expression turned

"It's a... butterfly."

toward the island. From afar, it seemed like an ethereal and beautiful creature. But as it drew

color of white bone. It had six long, seemingly fragile legs that ended in sharp points, and two enormous, faceted eyes that were like orbs of pure darkness. Between them was a

was at least