Shadow Slave

So much had happened since the last time Sunny had seen Wind Flower, but the spacious chamber at the top of Aletheia's Tower was still the same. Dozens of lanterns floated in the air, shining with a warm orange light. The world outside the window was dim and dark. The silken canopy of the wooden bed was half-transparent, revealing the delicate shape of the beautiful sleeping Saint.

Sunny ascended the stairs and remained motionless for a while, looking at the vague silhouette with a heavy expression. Then, he sighed and shifted his perception, peering into Wind Flower's soul. There, the seed of the repulsive darkness had already grown larger.

'So fast.'

Corruption was spreading so fast. Its seed had been like a tiny speck before, but now, it was already like a pearl. If Sunny did not act soon, the darkness would spread and consume Wind Flower's soul entirely. There was no time to waste. And yet... he could not simply kill her. At least not without talking to the beautiful Saint one last time.

Dissolving into the shadows, he allowed Nightmare to bring him to her dream. Soon, Sunny found himself standing on a tall cliff overlooking the vast expanse of the Great River. The seven suns were slowly rising from the flowing water. The tranquil expanse of Aletheia's Island was shrouded in the dim twilight of the early dawn.

Wind Flower was standing at the edge of the cliff with her back to him, gazing at the water. A cool breeze was playing with her wavy hair, and her azure robe looked like the midnight sky in the dimness of dawn. Sensing his approach, she shifted slightly and let out a quiet sigh.

"So, you have succeeded?"

Sunny froze for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes. The loop... is gone. We destroyed it."

She turned around and looked at him. Then, a soft smile illuminated her enchanting face.

"How marvelous. And on your first try, no less."

He walked over to stand beside her on the edge of the cliff. Looking at the dreamlike expanse of the Great River, Sunny said darkly:

"First try? It might have been, but I spent an eternity preparing for it. Months of torment... countless deaths... all for this single moment. I wouldn't call it marvelous."

Wind Flower studied his face silently, then looked away and sighed.

"Countless deaths, huh? Dying once does not sound so terrible, in comparison."

She paused before asking:

"You haven't forgotten what you swore to do, have you?"

Sunny gritted his teeth.

"I remember."

few moments passed before she spoke again, her voice losing some of its

to sprout from my corpse and walk around wearing my skin. Find a strong flame to

response, so he simply nodded. Wind Flower took a deep breath, then took a step

than my grandmother was when she passed away - by a few centuries, at least. Ah, these old

forest and put her

going to visit

the forest, Sunny nodded

cohort are there. We hope to

lingered for

be of help if the city still stands. It is another enchantment key, in a sense... the defensive array that was meant to protect the city will recognize you

at her back and asked

"The defensive array?"

She shrugged.

sorcerers created. They had to have improved it a lot after I was gone, so I'm not sure what the exact effect of the array is now. It should be similar to what Aletheia had done.

He frowned.

"...Yes."

Wind Flower smiled.

a few of them found by the River People. These fragments are said to have absorbed the essence of time, and so, the rumor is that they come from the Estuary. The defensive array of Twilight is built upon a

anything that had

peacefully within his soul. It looked very similar to the black stone of Aletheia's Tower. Where had the Mad Prince procured a

madman actually been to that

of water glowing softly in the gentle light of dawn. Wind Flower slowed her steps and hesitated

growing from a shallow pond. Its lotus-like petals glistened with drops of dew, and its subtle fragrance was pure and

around, the charming Saint smiled and

"Here. Take it."

it in confusion. They were

"What is it for?"

Wind Flower laughed.

to remember me by. What, has no one

shook his head, prompting her