Shadow Slave

Surrounded by a radiant halo, Sunny plummeted into the darkness. His breath was ragged and hoarse, and his eyes were blinded by the piercing shine of the immolating ocean of white flames beneath him.

Fearing that his eyes would be permanently blinded by it, he closed them, which helped a little.

'Hot… it's so hot…'

He was drawing closer and closer to the remains of the divine inferno, and as he did, the stonelike metal of the Mantle of the Underworld was growing hotter and hotter. Soon, its outer layer turned bright red. Then, it started to melt.

'Damn!'

Sunny directed more of his remaining essence through the coils of the Soul Serpent, activating the [Living Stone] enchantment of the Underworld armor.

As the onyx melted and cracked, causing him excruciating pain, the Mantle began to repair itself. Before anything could fully breach the surface of the incandescent onyx, the damage was undone.

…For now, the enchanted armor could heal itself faster than it was being destroyed. In large part due to being augmented by both of his shadows, perhaps.

Sunny encountered another problem, though.

It was getting harder and harder to breathe… not even because the air was scalding and hot, but because there was not enough of it.

Fire fed on oxygen, after all.

Luckily, Sunny was no stranger to being deprived of it. What's more, thanks to the Blood Weave, he could get by without breathing for much longer than most Awakened… and he suspected that he would have to do just that very soon.

Hopefully, he would be able to reach the rift shortly after that.

And speaking of the rift…

He carefully opened his eyes a little and glanced into the blinding inferno beneath, trying to judge whether or not he was going to make it. For now, it seemed that he would easily pass the field of fire and enter the dark emptiness… but that was just an illusion.

Sunny had to factor in that his forward momentum was constantly growing weaker, which meant that his trajectory would become more and more vertical the longer he fell through the searing abyss.

whether or not he was going to make

silver blade to his chest, threw a cursory glance at his warped reflection, and activated the [Light Eater] enchantment of the somber

the mirror blade began to absorb the merciless light of the false stars, growing white-hot and incandescent. Sunny, however, found himself able to see once again. He

strange bubble of darkness left behind by the

'Almost! I'm almost there!'

that it seemed as though he could reach out and touch them. No matter how hard Sunny tried, he

in the end, it turned out to be just a little bit

only had to fly past one last cluster of conflagrations. However, his fall took him straight into

screamed if there was any air in his lungs. Moving at a terrible speed, he pierced right through one of

wasn't physical pain… it was the similar kind of pain he had experienced while using the Broken

'...shadows... my shadows!'

the divine fire. The

Sunny did the only thing that could save him now — he dismissed the onyx armor. The

crack, the silver of its blade becoming dull and tarnished. Following

wounded shadows around himself and circulated what little shadow essence he had left through his entire

then, he felt cool wind touch his

fought through the terrible pain and

there was a wall of ruthless

front of him, there was

reached

***

Crap… this is so

of the divine flame. Of course, they

least

he would turn out to be immune to it. He was technically a shadow of a Sun God's descendant, after all. Why wouldn't he be immune to the manifestation of

ancestor's domain, to

shadow, but a divine one left behind by Shadow God himself. Light and shadows were two sides of the same coin,

the

'Argh!'

as possible. It was as though there was a tunnel of empty darkness torn through the very heart of the field of flames, and he was