"Crap!"
Sunny stumbled and leaned on the metal wall of the vast corridor to keep his balance. Sadly, there was mold growing on that wall, and as soon as his hand touched that mold, it started growing through his skin, too. Sunny stared at his hand, which was rapidly becoming something horrifying, then grimaced as he felt Blood Weave attacking the rapidly spreading mold with ferocious hunger. Not wishing to suffer the agony much longer, he turned his entire arm into a shadow, watched the disgusting black growths fall to the floor, and stomped them.
Then, he made his arm tangible again, surreptitiously summoned the Mantle, and encased himself in a carapace of black jade. The Handy Bracelet was still whispering into his ear by the time he did:
[Your shade has been destroyed.]
[Your shade has been destroyed.]
[Your shade has been...]
Sunny's expression turned somber for a moment.
‘So, it finally happened.'
He had finally met a being who could irrevocably obliterate his shades.
The immortals of the Eternal City and the spectral warriors of the wraith army had failed to truly vanquish even one, but as soon as the captain of the Dutchman descended upon the Shadow Legion in person, wielding his ghostly viridian cutlass with practiced skill, a dozen of them were destroyed in an instant.
The bastard was strong.
In fact, he was terrifying.
And that was not even Sunny's greatest problem, at the moment.
Nightwalker turned around to look at him questioningly.
"What happened?"
Sunny lingered for a few seconds.
“It's the captain of the Dutchman. He joined the fray. And he's... a familiar face."
Of course, Sunny had recognized the sinister fiend instantly. He changed a lot from the last time he had seen him, being a wraith and a Nightmare Creaturer on top of that, but it was difficult to mistake him for anyone else.
The captain of the Dutchman was...
[Sunny! I know what the Dutchman is.] Cassie's urgent voice made him sigh.
So, Sunny had recognized the captain of the cursed ship, while Cassie had gleaned what the ship itself was.
"How convenient.'
He inhaled deeply, a dark expression twisting his face.
The helmsman of the Dutchman was none other than the bronze-skinned sea captain who had been one of the Nine.
"The Nine again..."
He frowned.
Their malignant traces seemed to be everywhere in the Dream Realm, often turning into obstacles standing in Sunny's way.
Was the ill-fated relationship between them and Weaver still pursuing Sunny even after he became Fateless?
Or was it simply that anyone who sought the heights of power had no choice but to stumble onto the echoes of their unspeakable sins?
Regardless, he would have been happier to learn that the captain of the Dutchman had turned out to be some Abomination than a corrupted ghost of one of the Nine. Having faced Slayer in battle, Sunny could not help but feel phantom pain at the prospect of facing another.
He let out another sigh. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

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