Shadow Slave
Chapter 430
The moment Sunny's essence touched the black wooden surface of the divine Memory, Weaver's Mask suddenly reached into his very soul and hungrily drank more… and then more, and more, and more.
In a fraction of a second, all of his reserve of shadow essence was sucked dry, with only a tiny bit of it remaining… almost as if these pitiful drops were not even worth being consumed by the mask.
And even then, all it could achieve was activate the [???] enchantment for just a single moment.
…That single moment, however, was enough to almost drive Sunny insane.
Suddenly, a horrifying pain pierced his eyes and his mind, akin to the suffering he had experienced after consuming the Drop of Ichor, only so much worse.
Infinitely worse.
As he shrieked, all traces of intelligence disappearing from his voice, the world he saw changed.
Suddenly, all Sunny could see was an endless, beautiful eternity of twisting threads. Those threads transfixed everything in existence, connecting every living being and every object, every thought and every concept, every dream and every nightmare, stretching infinitely into every direction, as well as into the past, the present, and the future.
These were the Strings of Fate.
They were just like the threads of light that the Spell was woven of, but while the magnificent and inconceivably complex pattern that Sunny had seen twice in the empty void between dream and reality composed the function of the Spell, what he glimpsed right now connected… everything.
All of the universe as it had existed, was existing, and was going to exist.
...Much worse, when observing the weave of the Spell, Sunny could only sense and guess at its meaning. But the terrifying enchantment of Weaver's Mask not only allowed him to see the tapestry of Fate, but also forced the understanding of it onto him.
The knowledge of everything, everywhere, all at once…
Of course, such knowledge was too much for any human to endure. Just the tiniest, infinitesimal amount of it was enough to instantly destroy any living being… except, maybe, for a god.
...Or a daemon.
As blood streamed out of Sunny's nose, eyes, and mouth, and a silent scream died on his lips, he instinctively did the only thing that could save him from being obliterated by the sight of the Strings of Fate — he dissipated into the shadows.
This was, perhaps, the reason why his eyes did not turn into smoldering embers and his head did not just explode right there on the spot. Shadows had no eyes and no skulls, after all.
However…
turned into a shadow, it had turned into one, too. His vision shifted from that of a human to the colorless sight of a shadow, but he could still see the eternity
many of them near him. The infinite threads were tightly wrapped around his body, as well as around his soul, encompassing and piercing it… it looked almost as if he was strung on them like a
threads, two shone
flame and stretched far away
was made out of
Rock, diving into the Tear and disappearing
though eons had passed, in reality, it
of utter, irrevocable destruction. A fraction more, and it was going to be
what can I do… the mask is a
And yet, he fought through the shock and managed to
dismiss
second, there would be nothing left of him
from the
the shadow essence that Weaver's Mask had absorbed
with it. Sunny could only see what all humans… and shadows… were meant to be able
piece of dark stone soaring into the sky as the merciless
something urgent about
of the Strings of Fate was gone, his mind was scattered and empty. He couldn't really lose conscience while in the
started to slowly gather the pieces of his wounded, shattered mind back together. He was in
and rumbling as it rose higher and higher into the Sky Above. Wide cracks appeared on its surface, growing larger with each second.
Mimic, strangely, seemed to be much more sturdy than the ascending island itself. It
come up with a
suddenly came to his
what he had
to evaporate, which meant that he would not be able to remain in the form of a shadow
had not retrieved the golden coins from
he would be forced out of the shadows and turned into a bloody puddle
Which would it be?
might as well try,
which the Memories were created, returned to his
About Shadow Slave - Chapter 430
Shadow Slave is the best current series of the author Guiltythree. With the below Chapter 430 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 430 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com