Shadow Slave

When Sunny realized that he was dreaming, the first thing that came to his mind was that there was another soul tree growing somewhere near the white arch. However, after a few moments of panic, he quickly dismissed this idea.

After all, he had never actually dreamt while under the mind hex of the ancient fiend. He had just mistaken the broken memories of his conversation with Cassie for a dream.

But this… this one was real.

The dreamscape that surrounded Sunny was ephemeral, shifting, and shrouded in shadows. Above him, the sun was like a circle of darkness, with crimson light drowning in a burning sea of clouds. However, none of that light reached him.

In the tenebrous hall of black marble, there was nothing but empty silence.

…Which was now destroyed by the sound of a baby crying, of course.

The woman's screams had long grown silent. Peering into the stygian depths of the dark marble hall, Sunny saw nothing but endless shadows. The baby's cries were coming from somewhere beyond them.

…Or from within them.

A subtle thought entered Sunny's mind. The monumental walls, the colossal columns, the grandiose hall… all of it looked strangely familiar. As though he had already been here once, a long time ago.

All that was missing were the signs of desolation and a large altar cut from a single block of black marble. In fact, it should have been standing right where the crying sounds were coming from.

Familiar words appeared in his mind, now full of new meaning.

'...Child of Shadows?'

In the next moment, everything disappeared.

***

The world was swaying. A seemingly endless surface of black stone was flowing past his vision, moving up and down.

it wasn't the stone, but Sunny himself. He

'Wh—what?!'

was currently held gently by a young woman who was walking down a long

himself — his actual body, that is. She was slender and exquisitely beautiful, with soft porcelain skin and

as though the creature was moving. Whoever marked the girl's skin with this image was a true genius of their craft. Sunny had never seen anything like it in

similar markings in a

the mark of a slave who belonged to the Shadow

he had been in his First Nightmare. The serpent coiled around her neck and arms

the love with which she held the child and

a young age, but he still remembered that

is a slave, then

understand what

him. Instead, it belonged to the nameless

child of

vision was his

***

Judging by the black marble walls, they were in another part of

burning with strange, pale flames. On the edges

shivered, suddenly reminded of the silent shadows populating his Soul Sea. However, these were not ghosts,

the truth, there was not a lot of difference between them. It seemed as though the servants of the Shadow God did not pursue opulence and status. In fact, many of the priests bore the same markings as the slaves, suggesting that they themselves had belonged to the temple

they doing here?

his mother's chest, the toddler… Sunny… felt cold and scared. However, the older woman consoled him with gentle words, preventing the

the people gathered in the underground hall. Their faces were calm

circle

she stood motionlessly between the seven pale

the beautiful slave, feeling that something important was about to

But… what?