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!"

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

How ancient is this woman, to be calling

he couldn't

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

that it was because of their status as guests in the city at first, but then realized that it was simply because they were...

and Nephis, there was

'They are all Riverborn.'

pondering the implications of this simple

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 to

mean if everyone

a new generation,

he looked at Cronos, one more

incredibly ancient, but

hesitated for a few moments, then

it? Say, how old

turning into a labyrinth of deep

I am seventeen, my lord! Uh... I'll be seventeen in a few

disturbed by the cheerful tone

reason for why everyone in Fallen Grace

aren't you at the House of

the face of the old woman leading the soldiers darkened. While Cronos lingered, she

them. We lost the entire downstream half of the city during those dark days. And if

appeared on the faces of Cronos and

was at that moment that they reached the point that should have been the

it was its

their remnants singed and floating aimlessly in the water. The closest buildings to the edge bore

if the whole city had been dissected into two halves, one still drifting on the crimson waves, the other long gone,

that's how it

part of it had been lost in the process... both in terms of

looked away with a

it because

old woman chewed on her lips, then nodded with