Chapter 232: White Hole
Late at night, in a remote corner of the Chained Isles, bordering the jagged mountain range enshrouded in fog, a large camp had been set up. From a distance, Awakened workers could be clearly seen performing mundane tasks, while scouts would routinely explore through a specific route, which circled a large gap between the islands.
The chains that stretched out to this gap were torn and broken, hanging limply towards the Sky Below.
Using the crest of a small hill as a vantage point, Sunny had been observing the area for the last hour or so from his folding chair. He was planning to bring Seele with him, but decided otherwise. He didn’t have much of a need to bring her, so he sent her back to the Sanctuary.
’It’s really gone.’
This was where the Night Temple was supposed to be. It had never moved since the dawn of the Nightmare Spell, thousands of years ago. Yet, this ancient Citadel had either been completely destroyed or moved... and someone would have certainly noticed a moving island.
’Huh.’
Sunny shrugged, folded up his chair, then stuffed it into the gaping maw of the Covetous Coffer. Using Shadow Manipulation, he pulled the surrounding shadows to blend in with. He started to approach the new gap in the Chained Isles. He had studied the patterns of the scouting groups, so as long as he was careful, he wouldn’t be caught.
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After exploring the circumference of the gap, Sunny found... nothing. There were no indications of what had he opened here. Somehow, an island, a Citadel, multiple Masters, and even a Saint had disappeared off the face of the Dream Realm.
Looks like they weren’t getting that knife.
Frowning, Sunny looked towards the Hollow Mountains. The jagged peaks seemed to reach far into the heavens, covered by a mysterious fog.