Soon, the Chain Breaker was swallowed by the mist. The winds had grown stronger, making the folds of Sunny's nebulous mantle flutter. Feeling drops of water fall on his face, he sighed and looked at Cassie.
"Go."
She lingered for a moment, then rushed away to replace Nephis at the steering oar. Sunny was left alone on the bow, looking into the mist with a dark expression on his face.
'Effie, Jet…'
Both of them were still alive. They had to be.
But how could they?
The Third Nightmare was not easy to survive. And these two… they, of all people, would have found it impossible to cling to life while stranded for more than a year on an isolated island.
Jet could only exist by killing living beings to replenish her constantly dwindling essence, after all. Effie was a slave to inhuman hunger. Without access to a great amount of food, she would swiftly wither and die.
