The deck of the Chain Breaker was dark, illuminated only by the pale glow of the iridescent water that gleamed below. The radiance of the Great River at night was usually beautiful, but today, it seemed ghostly.
Sunny was not disturbed by the darkness, of course, but he had to think about Nephis as well.
'We should probably place a few lanterns around the ship.'
The light of the lanterns could potentially attract Nightmare Creatures, but that was not really a problem - not because they were not wary of the abominations, but because gaining their attention was more or less inevitable.
Thinking about when their first battle would happen, Sunny approached the stern of the ship.
Nephis was still standing in the runic circle, holding the steering oar. There was a luminous Memory placed on the deck near her feet, creating a small island of warm orange glow in the ocean of darkness.
In that orange light, her beautiful face was pale and lifeless. She had been guiding the ship the entire day, and the accumulated fatigue was taking its toll.
He listened to the wind, determining its direction.
'It's blowing from the future.'
Stepping into the light, Sunny smiled and gestured to the oar.
"Go rest. I'll take it from here."
He could not use the sorcery of Names yet, but since the winds were on their side, the Chain Breaker could do without its support for now. Losing some speed was not going to delay them by much.
In fact, both Saint and Fiend were intelligent enough to keep the ship on course. Sunny preferred to let them stand guard for now, though.
Studying his face for a few moments, Nephis nodded and let go of the oar. As she stepped out of the runic circle, Sunny entered it.
"Wait."
He caught her hand in his own and lingered for a few moments. She stared at him with an incredulous expression.
"That Memory of yours, the Crown of Dawn. Can you lend it to me for a few days?"
Nephis raised an eyebrow.
"Sure? Why?"
Sunny simply shrugged.
"I want to see if I can improve it a little. Don't get your hopes up, though... chances are, nothing will end up happening. It's worth a try, at least."
She hesitated for a couple of moments. Then, a spark of energy traveled from her hand into his own.
The Spell whispered, its voice as enigmatic as ever:
[You have received a Memory, Dawn Shard.]
Sunny smiled.
"Thank you. Now, go rest. I'll wake you up if some abyssal horror attacks us from below the waves, I promise."
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