Shadow Slave

Chapter 277

Sunny held his breath, affected by the disturbing scene in front of him.

The corpse was kneeling on the floor of the small cell, its hand chained to the floor. There was a circle carved into the stone around it, with countless symbols that Sunny could not understand surrounding it.

However, the circle was broken. In the thousands of years since the fall of the Dark City, the floor of the dungeon cell had cracked, with several fractures running straight through the intricate engraving.

Whatever it was the circle was meant to contain had either perished or escaped a long time ago.

Now, the only thing that remained was a withered corpse.

Coming closer, Sunny took another look at the person who had been imprisoned and died under the ruined cathedral, in a cell situated exactly beneath the statue of the nameless goddess.

Because of the dark mantle and the black lacquered mask, Sunny couldn't glean a lot of information about the corpse. It seemed to belong to a human, but other than that, everything about it was a mystery.

What terrible sin had this person committed to be condemned to this awful death?

Strangely, Sunny's intuition was silent. It was as though there was nothing in front of him at all. To his sixth sense, the prisoner of the underground cell appeared as an empty space.

'...Weird. This person had clearly been either hated or feared a lot to be locked behind all these barriers. Surely, finding such a creature would affect my fate… why don't I feel anything, then?'

With a tense frown, he took a deep breath and carefully stepped inside the circle.

…It was then that Sunny noticed a chaotic mess of runes drawn on the floor near the prisoner's left hand. The sight of them almost sent him into a seizure.

Staggering away, Sunny fell to his knees and threw up.

'Agh… damn it!'

runes the Spell used to describe the mysterious Unknown. Only here, the intensity of the terrible effect they had on the mind of anyone

'What the hell?'

and glanced at the masked corpse

off the floor, took a deep breath… a looked at

though all his thoughts and memories were being torn and twisted. But despite all

Spell either was forbidden, incapable, or refused to

the strange runes. And then, suddenly,

written in the script

any translation. Luckily, Sunny had studied these runes and knew enough about them to understand

cathedral wrote

the stone was a short

"Hail Weaver

Demon of Fate

Firstborn

of the -unknown-"

***

the runes until he was on the verge of losing consciousness. Only then did he turn away and closed

his mind. Only after

lineage he had inherited was, in fact,

What were the chances?

for you, I

the one used to

sharing the same nature. However, Sunny wasn't that versed in mystical terminology. All he knew was that the runic language was incredibly rich in words describing all types of monsters

"Demon" was fine

mysterious Weaver, he had noticed one

single entity that the Spell refused to call by its name and simply described

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