Shadow Slave

The time storm raged all around them. The current of the Great River, which had always been calm and constant, turned into a furious tide... being carried and tossed around by it, the ketch flew forward with terrible speed.

Tall waves rose and fell, and hurricane winds howled like frenzied beasts. Everything around them was drowning in a boiling fog. Blinded by it, deafened by the roaring thunderclaps, the three of them had lost all sense of time and direction.

There was only the feeling of the wet deck beneath their feet, the soaring and plummeting of the wooden boat, and the physical strain of enduring the cataclysmic fury of the storm. Faced with its inconceivable wrath, Sunny couldn't help but feel how tiny and insignificant he was in the face of the unnatural disaster.

...And that was with Ananke holding the worst of it at bay, as well.

The eerie, deeply distressing feeling of the immutable laws of the world turning vague and volatile was still there, muted but indescribably oppressive. He felt sickened, both physically and mentally. It was as if the solid foundation of his very being had suddenly been replaced by shifting quicksand, leaving him shaking and unstable.

Perhaps that was what madness felt like.

'Damnation...'

Steeling his heart, Sunny tried to ignore the appalling sensation and concentrated on his task - scooping up the water that had been thrown into the ketch by the storm and tossing it overboard. There was a lot of it, but he and Nephis could still keep up. It was just that... this simple task had turned out to be much more demanding than he expected.

Simply existing in the wildly rocking boat was already an exercise in endurance. Considering the dire speed of the current and the height of the waves, it felt as though some demented giant was playing catch with their bodies, throwing them high up and then slamming them down with ferocious power.

Keeping his balance was not only tiring, but also difficult - every muscle in his body was under strain, seemingly at all times. The movements of the jerking ketch were chaotic and impossible to predict.

If Sunny was not careful and failed to continuously adjust to the constant changes, he would

to do more than simply exist... he had to move, scoop up water, and throw it back into

it better, with the help of Shadow Manifestation. But their struggle against the storm was going

he was going to have to burn through his essence to keep

'I was wrong...'

the storm, Sunny had noted that it was not a battle. But it was. It was just as physically straining, just

lasted for many days without ever allowing

enemy was a mindless force

his task was not too far from being mechanical. Sunny still had to remain focused and actively pay attention to the

went for

difficult than theirs. Not only did the priestess have to maintain the mystical protections around the ketch, she was

times if not for the

who was holding the steering oar firmly,

worried about

was worried about a great deal

they were barely a few hours into the storm, with multiple days of this