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...'

leaped over a murky puddle of water 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 his ballooning

"Stand up, buddy!"

to his feet. However, outweighed by his full stomach, Imp lost his balance and promptly

don't have

grabbed the weakly struggling fiend, and hoisted him on

'What... the hell...'

how much had the little

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,

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

themselves into the weathered slope of the fissure as they desperately tried to calm down their breathing. Saint and Fiend were nearby, the former standing calmly, the latter hugging

as well, hiding within the deep darkness enveloping the bottom of the gorge in

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

if the amphora was going

to leave its area of effect and serve

"volunteer" was the wrong

ever entrust an important matter to, the next in seniority had to go. So, the creepy guy was currently hiding a few meters away from the edge of the fissure, staring creepily at the

Solace was keeping it company with a bored

sparks swirling around Sunny's hand formed into an emerald flute, and he covered them with a dome of silence.

"I... I see it."

him intently, then asked in a

"What is it?"

for a

his expression

"It's a... butterfly."

a butterfly was descending toward the island. From afar, it seemed like an ethereal and beautiful creature. But as

faceted eyes that were like orbs of pure darkness. Between them was

butterfly was at least