Sunny probably:😒
"Why, we'll take Master Sunless. He's my dear sister's former companion, after all. I feel like we're good friends already!"
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Poor Sunny can’t catch a break.😞 I believe one of the biggest reason he’s even there and suffering is to get far away from them as much as possible. But here comes a Saint and snatches him up from any plans he had for himself and puts him in a room with the very ppl he was trying so hard to avoid.😅 Amazing!😤
Sunny's eyes widened.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Ayo! What the efff?!
'Well, there's Mordret, as well…'
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Obviously he uses ‘Just for men’. 😂
Wake of Ruin was a tall, gaunt man in his late fifties. Although his skin was showing signs of aging, his hair still remained perfectly black, like the feathers of a raven. The Saint had sharp features, a piercing gaze, and a stern demeanor, acting like a person who was used to both wielding power and bearing responsibility.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Stop it. BONK! Meanwhile my inner thought: 😈👇
'This is it, then. A perfect moment…'
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Eaten? Huh?🤨 Bruv her true name is ’Raised by Wolves’.💁♂️ lol
'The Wolves and the Nightsingers, huh? It seems I'll get to spend some quality time with Effie and Kai soon….'
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Sunny opened a leather satchel that hung on the silk cord tied around his waist, and took out a small, intricately engraved stone lantern. Then, he tossed it across the battlefield, aiming for the line where the shore met the cold water.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Sunny:
The distant weeping of a flute.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
If that happened, he would have to struggle to simply stay alive… as for being useful, he was not sure if he'd be able to do anything at all.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
"So what if you do?"
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree