Shadow Slave

Sunny studied the old woman's armor, hesitated for a few moments, then looked at the Chain Breaker with doubt. He felt rather impatient to meet Dusk of Fallen Grace, but reminded himself to keep calm and take it one step at a time.

"...We've yet to moor our ship."

The old warrior bowed again.

"Everything will be taken care of."

'How convenient...'

These ancient soldiers did not seem like much of a threat. The old woman was an Awakened, but the rest were mundanes. Sunny had no doubt that he would be able to escape any ambush or trap they could potentially lure him into... and it didn't even seem like there would be a trap.

Still, he didn't like the idea of leaving their only means of escaping Fallen Grace behind.

...That said, if Dusk had really anticipated their arrival, wouldn't she have also anticipated his reluctance? If she knew that he would be wary of a trap, wouldn't she have been able to construct a trap insidious enough to fool Sunny?

Suddenly, he was full of apprehension.

'Damnation...'

Sunny had mostly been blessed by finding himself on the right side of people with prophetic powers. Now that he was about to meet an unfamiliar oracle, though, he fully realized how terrifying of an enemy one could be.

His unease wasn't helped one bit by the fact that he had actually already met Dusk of Fallen Grace once... in a way. There were deep scars left on his psyche by the Terror of LO49.

'Whatever. What else can we do, demand that she comes to meet us here on the pier?'

After exchanging a glance with Nephis, Sunny shrugged and followed the group of soldiers deeper into the city. The old man who had greeted them joined, as well, which caused an irritated sigh to escape from the lips of the old woman in charge of the soldiers.

"Cronos... why are you tagging along with us, kid?"

The old man simply smiled.

"Why, I'm the one who greeted the esteemed guests first. Surely, they'll feel better having someone familiar escort them!"

leader of the soldiers shook her head and didn't say anything else. The old man... Cronos... seemed

ancient is this woman, to be calling

couldn't help but

met by old people. Ranging from elderly to ancient, the inhabitants of Fallen Grace all had white hair, wrinkled faces, and frail bodies of people living out the last of their twilight years. They went about their business with careful steps and looked at Sunny and Nephis with

guests in the city at first, but then realized that it

Sunny and Nephis, there was not a single young person

'They are all Riverborn.'

the implications of this

passage of time - instead, they aged by moving upstream from the place of their birth. The process was supposed to be gradual, happening over the span of generations as the city migrated into the future to allow new families to be formed. Therefore, there had

it mean if

reason other than ushering in a new generation, at some point. Killing the older

face grew somber as he looked at Cronos, one

called him a kid not because she was incredibly ancient, but because

hesitated for a few

it? Say, how old

turning into a labyrinth

lord! Uh... I'll be seventeen in a few days, to be precise.

disturbed by the

reason for why everyone in Fallen Grace looked so old, as well. Hearing Cronos confirm it,

aren't you at the House of

the words left her lips, the face of the old woman leading the

entire downstream half of the city during those dark days. And if it wasn't for the Lady, we would have lost the other half, as

the faces of Cronos and the old soldiers. But there was also something else, hiding behind the devotion. A hint of...

point that should

it was its edge

should have been. The rope bridges leading to them had been cut, their remnants singed and floating aimlessly in the water. The closest buildings to the edge bore scars and burn marks, some of them tilting sideways or laying in

two halves, one still drifting

that's how it

large part of it had

with a

it because

then nodded with