Shackles of Hope

Sunny froze, then took a careful step back and stared at the walls of the great hall.

Mordret's timing, this time around, was impeccable.

It was not like Sunny had planned to get too close to the mass of darkness, but he might have underestimated the danger it presented. To be honest, he felt that he wasn't thinking entirely straight... it was not like he had lost control, but the strange pull he felt outside the tower was much stronger here, exerting a subtle effect on his mind.

Sunny tensed and glanced at the pulsating dark rift, then realized that the pull emanated from the shackles that were the source of it.

"...Why? What is that thing?"

The lost prince remained silent for a few moments, then sighed.

"I really can't make sense of you."

Sunny blinked.

That was not the answer he had expected!

"What? What is that supposed to mean?"

Mordret answered with a bit of doubt in his voice.