Shadow Slave

The black, opaque water suddenly surged and seethed, as though a living creature desperately trying to avoid the pale light of the coming dawn. Sunny slowly rose and, after some thought, carefully approached the edge of the stone platform.

Looking down, he blinked and then kneeled to make sure that what he saw wasn't an illusion.

The sea seemed to be receding.

Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, the water level was dropping. The circular stone formation he had been taking shelter on used to barely protrude out of the waves, but now there were meters and meters of wet rock between him and the restless surface of the sea.

As the sun climbed up, the monstrous ebb tide continued. Soon, Sunny found himself standing on the edge of a tall cliff, with a hundred-meter drop separating him from the churning waters. Beneath him, the rock formation broadened and changed shape. However, from his vantage point, it was hard to determine what that shape was, exactly.

At that time, the dark surface of the water began to be punctured here and there by sharp crimson blades. As it dropped even further, it was as though a crimson forest was slowly rising from the black depths. The "trees" were made of something resembling coral, growing chaotically into each other and stretching toward the sky.

They were colossal in size, with irregular protrusions entwining and merging together, looking monumental and eerie in the black and red reality of the sunlit void. The labyrinth formed by this strange reef stretched as far as Sunny could see, broken here and there by protruding cliffs, sudden chasms, and distant natural features.

Half an hour later, utterly shocked, Sunny stared down and realized that the sea was completely gone. If not for the black seaweed left hanging on wet rocks and scarlet pillars of coral, he would even doubt if it was ever there.

His small circular island had turned into the peak of a strange, towering, irregularly shaped cliff. Looking down, he felt his head spinning.

By then, the night had already fully retreated, letting morning finally take its place.

'I'm not seeing things, am I?' Sunny thought, pinching himself.

What the Spell was that?

***

the dark sea and its hidden monsters, Sunny was in no rush to climb down from his circular stone platform.

there was something even scarier than the owner of

mean that he wasn't going

in the middle of the platform, Sunny sat down and commanded his shadow to separate

the descent. At this moment, Sunny was

shadow was busy climbing

think that you

could communicate through their shared connection. Of course, the fact that it could did not

its temper wasn't

Hm, what about something simpler, like… What? Well, do you have suggestions then? Alright, alright! We'll shelve this conversation

of the cliff. The range

pillars were sometimes broad, sometimes narrow. They twisted and turned without any logic, often leading

multi-layered, making Sunny's head hurt after multiple fruitless attempts to memorize the layout of the nearest pathways. In the end, he sent the shadow up, forcing it to climb on top of the crimson forest and start jumping from one sharp coral blade to another — knowing full well that he himself would not be able to

cliff and froze, scared by

pursued him the previous

innards spilling out of the terrible wound and stretching far away into the distance.

and devouring its flesh bit by bit. Each of them was about two and a half meters

even the appropriate word, was situated directly on top of

desiccated corpse and stuff them into their mouths. From time to time, a fight for an especially juicy piece of meat would break out, ending up in a

Sunny swallowed.

heavily armored, powerful monsters made him nervous and because looking at them feasting, he suddenly

of them seems like trouble. And there

luck, like always, was

have to wonder why the labyrinth feels

to the monsters, Sunny commanded it to look back and study the cliff he was taking shelter atop of. Something about it was making