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...'

of Imp could be seen nearby, laying on the ground with a blissful smile on his fiendish face. His hands were rubbing his ballooning belly with

"Stand up, buddy!"

confusion, then awkwardly tried to rise to his feet. However, outweighed by his full stomach,

don't have time for

weakly struggling fiend, and hoisted

'What... the hell...'

the little bastard swallowed

with the strength of an Ascended Tyrant, Sunny was struggling to carry Imp. His veins swelled, and a befuddled expression appeared on his face. Commanding the shadows to wrap themselves around his body, he grunted

fissure and unceremoniously tossed the little fiend down. Then, he threw one more look at the sky and, noticing that the black dot had

pressing themselves into the weathered slope of the fissure as they desperately tried to calm down

darkness enveloping the bottom of the

front of them, its surface decorated with mesmerizing patterns. It was another one of the

if the amphora was going

of Sunny's five shadows, one had to volunteer to leave its area of effect and serve as a

"volunteer" was the

had performed a few dangerous tasks recently, and the happy fool was not someone Sunny would ever entrust an important matter to, the next in seniority had to go. So, the creepy

was keeping it company with a bored expression on his

an emerald flute, and he covered them with a

"I... I see it."

looked at him intently, then asked in

"What is it?"

lingered for

his expression turned

"It's a... butterfly."

it seemed like an ethereal

were like orbs of pure darkness. Between them was a disturbingly long, oily-black beak, which was currently bent into a spiral like an elephant's trunk. Two antennae rose from its head,

at least a hundred meters