Sunny froze, suddenly feeling cold fear grasp his heart. It was a jarring transition to experience, from the cold resolve of ending an enemy's life — and all the confidence that came with it — to utter unease and a piercing sense of alarm. But what else was he supposed to feel when hearing a disembodied voice resound from the darkness of the Shadow Realm?
Added to that was the fact that the voice had not spoken in the familiar language of the waking world. Instead, it had spoken in a dialect of the ancient language that the later civilizations of the Dream Realm used. Still holding the sharp shard of bone to the archer's throat, Sunny cautiously looked around. He spread his shadow sense in all directions, too, feverishly trying to find the source of the voice. There was no one. Feeling his mouth turn dry, Sunny lingered for a bit, and then asked in a hoarse voice:
"...Who's speaking?"
His other incarnation was similarly tense, ready to shield the original body from danger if need be. There were a few moments of silence, and then the voice answered in a nonchalant, somewhat friendly tone:
"I am."
Sunny blinked. 'What the…'
This time, he was able to pinpoint the direction from which the voice was coming better. It was very close.
And low to the ground.
His gaze explored the graveyard of serpents, until finally falling on something he had seen before, but did not pay a lot of attention to.
A lone human skull laying amidst the serpent bones, attached to a partially destroyed human skeleton. There was no spark of life in the battered skeleton, and even when Sunny shifted his gaze, there was neither the radiance of soul essence nor the vile darkness of Corruption inside the old bones. However, as he watched, he noticed a tiny mote of light drifting into the air from inside the gaping black hole of the skull's empty eye socket. Just then, the skeleton spoke:
"My, oh my! When you look at me like that, boy, I get shy."
Sunny shuddered. The jaws of the ancient skull did not move, but the voice definitely… definitely was coming from inside it. He stared at the skeleton with wide eyes for some time, then forced himself to open his mouth. "I... know you, don't I?"
The white skull, obviously, did not show any reaction. "Do you? Goodness gracious! How odd. Never have I imagined being known by such esteemed personas… I am nothing but a humble slave, after all."
Sunny smiled darkly.
"Well, what would you know… so am I."
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