Friendly Advice

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?"