Shadow Slave

The small dot that had appeared in the distance slowly drew closer as the ketch approached it, guided by Neph's firm hand. At some point, however, she silently released the Names, allowing the boat to drift forward on its own.

Her gaze was directed forward, a rare rattled expression apparent on her face.

Sunny was no different.

Paralyzed by shock, both of them froze. After a few moments of stunned silence, he flinched and asked in a trembling voice:

"What... what the hell is it doing here?"

His mind was in turmoil, unable to process the truth of what they saw.

In front of them, a battered ship was floating listlessly on the waves. Its silhouette was beautiful and fluid, but there were ugly burn marks and terrible scars littering the graceful wooden hull of the damaged vessel. It looked... like it had escaped from the depths of hell after a long and dreadful battle.

It also looked completely empty, like a ghost ship abandoned by its crew.

But what was truly inconceivable about the drifting ship...

Was the sound of rustling leaves carried from its deck by the wind.

Looking up, Sunny saw the mighty branches of a sublime tree that grew around the eerie vessel's mast.

He knew this ship. He knew it too well.

...It was the Chain Breaker.

The battered vessel in front of them was the ancient flagship of the Fire Hunters, which Noctis had won from them in a gamble. It was also the ship that Cassie and the Fire Keepers had restored to its former glory, and which Sunny named.

Chain Breaker looked almost exactly the same as the last time Sunny had seen it... but also unfamiliar. Apart from the harrowing scars covering its hull, there were also other differences. The hull itself seemed different, with bands of dull metal reinforcing its graceful lines. He did not recognize the fearsome shape of the ship's ram, either.

The vessel looked much fiercer than the one from his memories, resembling an embattled warship more than it did a beautiful yacht.

There were many discrepancies, but the most glaring one was the sacred tree itself. It was much, much taller and more robust than the one Cassie had nurtured, drowning the entire middle section of the ship in the shadow of its crown.

it was the Chain

Was it?

No, it couldn't be...

was inconceivable that the flying ship had somehow found its way into the Tomb of Ariel. Sunny failed to

felt

gaze away from the battered vessel and looked at

could it

as rattled as he was. After a while,

know. Maybe... maybe it's a different ship. The people who built the Chain Breaker could have created more

probability of that being the case was extremely low. Noctis had owned the flying ship for the better part of a thousand years, and modified it extensively over the centuries. He had been the one who

there be

took a

would have been carried into the Nightmare by the Spell, just like Daeron of the

She frowned.

look like how it had been when Noctis commanded it? It's different from how

voice was full

at the battered ship once more. After a

the present version

a short pause, he

he had spent in the Kingdom of Hope. The ship we traveled on might have looked different before. That guy... he surely rebuilt and modified it many times. The version we saw was only the last out of

because Noctis had visited the Tomb of Ariel once upon a time, leaving an imprint for

flamboyant sorcerer himself? Why was his ship drifting in the current of time,

only one that made any kind of

each other, both feeling a somber

Eventually, he sighed.

a different,

She nodded slowly.

in the endless vastness of the Great River, we would blindly arrive at the exact spot where this

corner of Sunny's

for a while.