Shadow Slave

Bringing the ketch to the towering side of the battered ship... the Chain Breaker... Sunny and Nephis lingered for a while, looking up. Both felt more than a little bit of apprehension, but at the same time, they were relieved.

Traveling across the perilous expanse of the Great River on a mighty ship would be much more reassuring than on a small, damaged sailboat.

Eventually, Nephis summoned the familiar golden rope and glanced at Sunny.

He nodded, then hesitated for a moment.

Bending down, Sunny picked up Ananke's black mantle and looked at it with a forlorn expression. It was the only thing she had left behind... the last reminder of her existence, if one didn't count the ketch itself.

It was also the vestment of the priests of the Nightmare Spell.

He remained motionless for a while, then silently wrapped the mantle around his shoulders.

As soon as his body became shrouded by the dark folds of the nebulous fabric, Sunny felt a strange shiver run down his spine. He had donned the black mantle in honor of Ananke, to have something to remember her by, but the act suddenly seemed deeply symbolic.

It was as though he was devoting himself to Weaver... which Sunny had no intention of doing.

And there was another, far more chilling detail.

'This mantle...'

Was he just imagining things, or was it eerily similar to the tattered rags the Mad Prince wore in the nightmare? It was hard to tell due to how faded and sunburnt the rags were, but if he just pictured what they might have looked like decades, or even hundreds of years ago...

gaze turning dark. But, in the end, he chose to leave the black

will not

forward and joined Nephis, who had already thrown the rope up, tightening the loop at its end around the broken railing of the ghost ship. She gave it a

Sunny followed.

they jumped down on the

eerie feeling gripped

familiar and unfamiliar. It was very similar to the one he had spent so

was hard

splintered and covered in soot, with deep grooves cutting into its surface - as if some enormous beast, or a legion of them, had torn through the ancient wood with monstrous claws. The railings

devastated interior of the ship. Their jagged

a soul in

and Nephis glanced at each other, wary. Then, without saying anything, he sent his shadows to scout the interior of

corduroy search, they had not discovered anything except for more signs of a

let out

empty. There's no

appeared in her hand as soon as they climbed aboard. She looked around, seemingly more relaxed, and then

"Let's explore properly."

knew for a fact how enduring the enchanted

severely, it was because Cassie had thrown it down from the skies and rammed an immortal Saint at full speed. This

a result, there was nothing left to tell them where and when the ghost ship had

kind of beings could have devastated the ancient vessel to such a degree, nor did he know what kind of defenders could have resisted their assault.

good news,

to the main deck and rested in the shade of the sacred tree. Their