Shadow Slave

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!'

to describe the mysterious Unknown. Only here, the intensity of the terrible effect they had on the mind of anyone who saw them was much, much

'What the hell?'

his mouth, Sunny grimaced and glanced at the masked

he picked himself off the floor, took a deep breath… a looked

memories were being torn and twisted. But despite all of it, Sunny persevered and kept staring at the final message that the prisoner

the Spell either was forbidden, incapable, or refused to translate

he slowly studied the strange runes.

below the chaotic mess of them, a line of text was written in the script he was

studied these runes and

the person imprisoned under the cathedral wrote before succumbing to death

stone was a

"Hail Weaver

Demon of Fate

Firstborn

of the -unknown-"

***

verge of losing consciousness. Only then did he turn away and

of the terrible runes stayed carved into his mind. Only after several minutes passed did

had inherited was, in fact,

What were the chances?

for you, I

used to

spirit or a daemon would have been more suitable — a mortal, but powerful and ominous deity. One different from gods, but 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

was fine with

he had noticed one other important thing

was a single entity that the Spell refused to call by its name and simply described as "-unknown-" — leading him to call it