Was it just him… or did the mysterious prince sound a bit different?
"Me? Oh… actually, I was with you this whole time, watching as you traveled across the Dream Realm. I just chose not to speak."
Sunny blinked a couple of times. A heavy, cold feeling settled in his chest.
Something was wrong. Very, very wrong…
"You… chose not to speak? Why?"
Mordret remained silent for a few moments, then said in his usual pleasant tone:
"With how cautious you are, I was afraid that you wouldn't come if I said too much."
'What… what does he mean?'
Sunny felt his heart beating wildly in his chest. His intuition was sounding the alarms, filling him a sudden feeling of dread.
'Fooled… was I fooled?
"Come where? Here, to the Night Temple?"
At that moment, the sentinel picked up the piece of the broken mirror from the pile.
Mordret spoke again, his voice still friendly, but suddenly much colder and deeper beneath the surface. Like a dark and restless ocean hiding under a thin veil of mist…
"Indeed. Thank you to bringing this piece of mirror to me, Sunless. I am very grateful."
Sir Pierce casually glanced at the sentinel while responding to Cassie. His gaze stopped at the mirror. In the next moment, his pupils widened.
"...And very sorry for what is about to happen next."
The formidable Master was suddenly near the table, the Lost thrown aside. The piece of the mirror was in his hand.
Throwing a wild look at Sunny, he screamed:
"Where did you find it, boy?! Answer me!"
Sunny took a stoop back, stunned.
"I… I…"
He remembered Saint Tyris telling him not to mention Reckoning island. However, at the moment, it seemed like Pierce would rip him apart if Sunny dared to twist the truth even a little. So, he answered honestly:
"Reckoning. I picked it up after slaying a strange creature."
Sir Pierce stared at him for a moment, and then his face suddenly changed. It became deathly pale and motionless, as if aged by ten years. His eyes grew wide and glassy.
The fearsome Master was… was…
Terrified.
But before any of them could do anything, a thin crack appeared on the shard in his hand.
And in the next moment, all Sunny could hear was the sound of breaking mirrors.