Shadow Slave

Under Sunny's watchful eyes, the Echo began to change.

The light falling from the Shadow Core seemed to seep into the flesh of the stone creature, making it shine with dark radiance. Wisps of shadowy fog emanated from beneath her impervious plate armor, slowly merging with it. It looked as though the Stone Saint was engulfed in ghostly black flame, being remade by it.

What little color there was on her body was washed away and replaced with nothing but darkness. Only two crimson fires burning in her ruby eyes remained, slightly changing their hue and becoming more menacing.

Of course, all these changes were happening on the surface. If not for the traumatic transformation that Sunny had gone through to inherit a part of Weaver's forbidden lineage, this would have been all he saw.

However, with his eyes altered by the agony of consuming the drop of divine blood, he was able to see much more.

Beneath the surface, the essence of the Echo was being changed as well, in a way much more fundamental than its outer appearance.

The shining embers that served as anchors for the weave of diamond strings had lost their radiance, becoming as transparent and empty as the Shadow Core itself. The diamond strings were gone, replaced by a sea of darkness. That darkness had a form, a shape that perfectly followed the lines of the Stone Saint's body.

It was as though a living shadow was now inhabiting it, usurping the role that had been played by the pattern of the sorcerous strings once.

Although similar in appearance to the original Echo, this new creature was a completely different type of existence. Sunny had never seen anything like it before.

It was created by his Aspect, after all.

The process of transformation, meanwhile, was coming to the end. The ray of dark light cast by the Shadow Core was disappearing, its reflection drowning in the calm water of the silent sea. The black flames were already fully absorbed by the stonelike armor of the Saint, gone with the dark radiance of her smooth granite skin.

in the deep shadows of the visor, she looked like an incarnation of pure darkness, a noble demon send to wage war against heaven from the depths of hell. What changed the most, however,

there were hints of mysterious will in her crimson eyes, a subtle sense there was a nascent spark

This was a Shadow.

mind, the faintly familiar voice of the Spell resounded

have created a Shadow

***

Sunny smiled. However, a second later, the smile disappeared from his lips,

was complete, he felt a subtle emptiness permeating his whole body. He felt… weakened. The loss of a hundred shadow fragments was finally making its effect known. He had suspected that spending them in

Labyrinth, however, some of his physical might was unmistakably gone, leaving him with

no… he had known that this would happen, and

well worth

his Shadow and observed her from different sides. The Stone Saint's eyes silently followed his

I wonder what she is capable

Sunny immediately noticed that there was a new cluster shining right beneath the one describing his

Shadows: [Stone Saint].

about to concentrate his attention on the runes, but

feeling, buddy? You aren't, uh, you know…

it didn't know him. It was seemingly indifferent to the appearance of a

powerful monsters into tiny pieces with her sword, while you're still just a useless piece of…

seeing that it didn't react in any

step up his