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.

hard to tell whether or not he was going to make

weight and lowered one hand, grabbing the hilt of the Cruel Sight. Then, he raised the silver blade to his chest, threw a cursory glance

incandescent. Sunny, however, found himself able to see once again. He even felt a little cooler, although it might have been just

by the devoured light, Sunny plummeted toward the

'Almost! I'm almost there!'

reach out and touch them. No matter how hard Sunny

it turned out to

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

pierced right through one of the seething orbs and emerged from the other side of it, wreathed in

kind of pain he had experienced while using the

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

shadows were wrapped around the Mantle of the Underworld, and so, they had been badly damaged by the divine fire. The

that could save him now — he dismissed the onyx armor. The Mantle of the Underworld fell into countless sparks of darkness, which then disappeared, causing the fire to

into the darkness and saw the Cruel Sight crack, the silver of its blade becoming dull and tarnished. Following an instinct,

wounded shadows around himself and circulated what little shadow essence he had left through his entire body, spending all of it to make

cool wind

fought through the terrible pain

him, there was a wall of ruthless

front of him, there was nothing

had reached the

***

hurts. Crap… this is

flew deeper into the rift, creating more distance between himself and the conflagrations of the divine flame. Of course, they were too

least

the divine flame, Sunny had hoped that somehow, miraculously, he would turn out to be immune to it. He was technically a shadow of a Sun God's descendant, after all.

ancestor's domain,

left behind by Shadow God himself. Light and shadows were two sides

out, the divine

'Argh!'

the surrounding stars 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 following