Shadow Slave

'Now, this... is going to be a problem.’

Standing on the threshold, Sunny studied the long corridor. It stretched in both directions as far as he could see, bending slightly. The stone floor was smooth and even, while the tall ceiling was illuminated by a scattering of softly glowing gemstones. The turquoise gems were embedded into it, dimly drowning the corridor in pale light.

The problem was with the walls.

Both of them were perfectly smooth and seamless, as if the corridor had been formed inside the mountain by some unknown means instead of being constructed. Much worse, their glossy surface was reflective... the walls of the corridor were like two endless mirrors.

Remembering what Cassie had said, Sunny frowned.

The blind seer inhaled deeply behind him.

"Oh, my."

Her voice was somber.

Sunny hesitated for a few moments, then asked neutrally:

"Left or right?"

Cassie answered with a hint of confusion:

"Why are you asking me?"

He scratched the back of his head and shrugged.

"Why not? My luck is pretty much non-existent. So, I'll trust your intuition."

She tilted her head a little.

"Really? Because my intuition tells me to get out of here as soon as possible."

"Yeah, I should have expected that answer...

Sunny closed his eyes for a second, then cleared his throat.

don't we just go

other, the reflections stretched into infinity, forming countless mirrored corridors. When Sunny took a step, a legion of his reflections took a

a myriad of identical copies of themselves, marching in step with them

he felt

not to answer if a reflection speaks to me,

myriad of her reflections nodded at him at the

reflections were beautiful and

at them at all. See no

He grimaced.

to be

floor. As Sunny walked forward, he concentrated on his feet. Nevertheless, he could still glimpse

or was one of the countless reflections

willpower to keep looking down instead of turning to confirm it. A moment later, there was nothing out of the ordinary in

powerful are

believing that Cassie would hear him.

they are strangely brittle... but don't rely on my information too much. It's misleading. Because reports are only left by those who survived. As for those who didn't, there

Sunny frowned.

for a bit,

but rather their strangeness. We don't know what they are, where they come from, what motivates them, how they think... or if they think at all. When you fight a human or a Nightmare Creature, you can usually predict what will happen, even if only in broad strokes. Because you know what

He nodded quietly.

unknown. And what was not known posed the most

come to life, we should be fine as long as we don't

remained silent

[I don't know.]

Sunny grimaced.

him, a myriad of reflections

long is this damned

However, there was no sign of other doors, and no end in sight. The mirror tunnel was empty and silent, the dark, dim light of turquoise gemstones

broke the silence was the soft rustle of Cassie's clothes. Sunny's steps, meanwhile, were

But then...

silence, making him

was the quiet, but unmistakable sound of