Shadow Slave

1490 No Bounds

Truly, a treachery that knew no bounds. Sunny had succumbed to the Defilement and betrayed the cohort, only to betray them once again once they were made into the Six Plagues by him. Killing one of his masters in the process and weaving countless schemes to destroy the other.

He... did not really know how to feel about it. Was he supposed to be proud of or appalled by his former self?

'I might... have to stop resenting the Spell for calling me that.'

In any case, he felt a deep sense of regret.

Because he wouldn't be able to strangle the mad bastard with his own two hands.

Sunny sighed.

Well, there it was. The truth.

Of course, there were still many things that made little sense, or no sense at all. The most obvious of them, of course, was the paradoxical existence of the Six Plagues, who had not only traveled to the distant past of the River Civilization, but also lingered in the Tomb of Ariel despite the start of a new cycle.

'They really broke all the rules.'

Sunny also did not know where the Mad Prince had found the Chain Breaker before arranging for it to be discovered by him and Nephis. He also did not know why the vile madman destroyed Weave, denying them the support of the Followers of Weaver, and many other things.

Some of them, he was probably never going to learn.

But it was alright.

The Tomb of Ariel had never been a place that could be fully understood by a mere mortal. And he already knew the general shape of things.

'So what?'

That knowledge, really… did not change anything at all.

Their goal remained the same. Travel to Twilight, retrieve Kai and Mordret… then gather whatever strength they can and attack Verge to slay the First Seeker. If anything, that goal had only become less impossible to achieve.

Not only were three of the Six Plagues already off the board, but there was no telling what else the Mad Prince had arranged to help the cohort conquer the Nightmare. Were the rest of the Plagues even alive? Perhaps he had already dealt with them, the same way he had dealt with Devouring Beast and Undying Slaughter.

'What is this weird feeling… it is as if I'm being helped by myself, from beyond the grave — and not only that, but that dead version of me is also a truly dreadful Nightmare Creature.'

more bizarre sentence ever been

Prince was not technically dead… just erased from existence by traveling back in

not sound just as

quite some time, staring at the distant Great River and spacing

head, Sunny

yours finally managed to digest some information. Pathetic. How long has it taken you to realize something that should have been apparent

the sword wraith, then smiled

rotten bastard. How many times have you poisoned me

reason Sunny had become the Mad Prince. But, strangely enough, the sword wraith was also the reason why the Mad Prince had managed to preserve a shred of lucidity. Keeping him forever torn between two mutually

How sinister.

Sunny's eye twitched.

you

in his eyes. He clearly wanted to

Key forbade

his mind from serving as a conduit for

was in effect despite the Estuary Key resting within his soul, both silencing the sword wraith

'Amazing.'

had he become after countless years of being a

Sunny sighed.

matter. The cost was

It was unbearable.

the Estuary was a promise of what he could potentially achieve, one

others might be concerned about me suddenly going

petrified by dire revelations of their

the members of the

realized the same things Sunny had… perhaps

Effie, however, knew less about the Tomb of Ariel. It did not appear that they were interested in the sight of the Great River at all. Instead, they were on the opposite

the inertia carrying the flying ship

Nephis sighed.

that is what the

at

"What?"

pointed at

a passage that connects one side to