Shadow Slave

Once again, Sunny found himself in the endless space between dream of reality. All around him, there was nothing but a boundless black void, which was illuminated by a myriad of bright stars. Between those stars, countless strings of silver light were woven into a beautiful and inconceivably complex pattern.

Once again, he felt as though he had glimpsed the inner workings of the Spell. Was it just an illusion, or was he able to see more now? It was almost as if his eyes were now able to discern a hint of meaning behind the unimaginable, titanic brilliance of the ethereal weave.

…He had the eyes of Weaver now, after all.

With a pained moan, Sunny forced himself to look away from the strings of silver light. The magnitude of the secret hidden in this cosmic pattern was so immense that just thinking about it could drive him mad. The Forgotten Shore had taught him an important lesson, and it was that one had to be careful about what they looked upon.

Some things were not meant to be seen by humans.

…Not to mention that he had other things to think about.

"Curse it! Curse it all! Curse all of you!"

His voice disappeared into the darkness, full of indescribable fury, bitterness, and sorrow. No one was there to hear it… except for the Spell, which chose to tactfully remain silent.

Breathing heavily, Sunny clenched his fists and closed his eyes.

He didn't know what brought him more rage and pain — the fact that he had lost Neph, or the fact that his secret had been revealed. Both were too bitter to swallow.

All that time, all that suffering… and for what? He had outsmarted and defeated so many powerful enemies, only for his True Name to be discovered by an ungrateful, weak, blind girl?!

After everything he had done for her...

Cassie's betrayal, perhaps, had hurt him the most.

"Curse her…"

Once again, he was a slave. He made a full circle and returned exactly to where he had started. In shackles. Only instead of nameless slavers, Nephis had become his master now.

Nephis…

Sunny gritted his teeth and groaned, a storm of conflicting emotions tearing his heart apart.

have to do

she would die and disappear forever in the unforgiving hell of the Dream Realm, so that they

that he would be

his face, not knowing how to process this conflagration of feelings. For someone who had spent most

this boundless void was a strange concept, so he had an eternity to try and come to terms with his new reality. The Spell kept silent, as though giving him

— maybe hours, or maybe days,

opened his mouth

"...I won."

survived. Who could

year ago, he was thrown into a region of the Dream Realm that no human had ever escaped, and now, he was not only returning to reality, but aslo doing so as one of the most powerful Sleepers in the history of the

even the

…Or the second strongest.

the hidden knowledge of the gods, saw a tyrant die and a new one

very top of society, one with access to the best food, the most wealth, the highest forms of prestige. The highest…

his dreams were

his suffering would now be

will not be sad, I will not be

nightmare to be left heartbroken on the other

was going

appeared on Sunny's face. At first, he had to force himself, but after a while,

is supposed to be sweet. So, let's see… what should

the Spell finally spoke. Its voice sounded a little strange, as if it was continuing a sentence after

is overflowing

shadow is

his soul begin to radiate a strange heat

'Crap…'

[Your shadow is complete.]

of him exploded, drowning his whole being with indescribably suffering. With a startled yelp, Sunny fell

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up on my ass every

that his legs buckled. And now, due to the painful transformation happening to his soul, he ended up in the same situation