"You are wasting your time."
"You will definitely fail."
"Just give up. You know you’re not smart enough to accomplish anything worthwhile."
"Do you really want to make the woman holding your leash stronger? How foul."
"Your collection of failures just keeps growing, huh?"
...Ignoring the Sin of Solace, Sunny leaned against Ananke’s ketch as he studied the Dawn Shard. His shadow hands continued to weave strings of essence. His concentration remained unbroken.
He even welcomed the derisive comments. The more the hateful wraith berated him, the more Sunny felt like he was on the right track. The Sin of Solace would not have bothered to interfere if there was no chance of success, after all — it was not in his nature to bet against Sunny when there were no stakes.
"What, you are ignoring me now? Or have you forgotten how to speak?"
Sunny threw a calm glance at the apparition, then turned back to the Crown of Dawn.
"We’ll speak when you tell me how you knew about the Mad Prince."
The Sin of Solace scoffed.
"Gods. Why do I even bother? I am sick of this tired routine!"
He laughed bitterly, then added in a resigned tone:
"But there’s nothing else to do. How boring."
The Chain Breaker was swaying gently underneath them. Saint was standing guard at the bow, Fiend and Nightmare were guarding the sacred tree, and Nephis was at the stern, steering the ship.
The seven suns had already descended into the depths of the Great River, and the deck was illuminated by a scattering of lanterns. The water glowed softly, diluting the impenetrable darkness of the night with ghostly opalescence.
Sunny smiled faintly.
"...Find a hobby."
The Sin of Solace stared at him, unamused. Then, he turned to the bow of the ship and sighed.
"At least there’s spectacle."
Sunny paid it no attention.
"Uh-huh..."
Then, he hurriedly dismissed the Dawn Shard and jumped to his feet.
’Crap!’
Lunging forward, he felt the Chain Breaker shudder as a violent wave hit it from the side.
[Neph, we are under attack!]
Out there in front of the graceful ship, about a hundred meters away, the water had grown bleak and restless. A vast and ancient shadow was rising from the depths, surrounded by countless smaller ones. Twisting tendrils stretched toward the surface.
...Standing on the bow, Saint calmly raised her warbow and drew its string. Pure darkness flowed from the seams of her onyx armor, enveloping the black arrow that had manifested itself out of thin air. A moment later, she set it loose.
The arrow disappeared into the glowing water without a trace.
[...You have slain a Corrupted Beast, Drowned Outcast.]
[Your shadow grows stronger.]
Saint was already drawing the bow again.
At the same time, long tentacles exploded from beneath the waves, rising above the Chain Breaker like dark, glistening towers. Shuddering, Sunny remembered his first night on the Forgotten Shore.
’Damnation... I’m going to have to repair the sails again!’
Smaller shapes were rising from the restless water and scaling the sides of the ship, swift and nimble. Sunny saw the pale glow reflecting on the blades of crude spears.
In the darkness below the tree, Fiend’s eyes ignited with an incinerating red glow. The shadows around him moved, releasing a tenebrous stallion with adamantine fangs from their embrace.
An explosion of white radiance drowned the stern of the Chain Breaker in blinding light.
[Go. I’ll handle things here.]


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