Shadow Slave

'Bone Weave…'

Sunny let the sound of it echo in his mind, overwhelmed by a feeling of savage joy. He didn't know what that Attribute gifted him, yet, but was certain that it would be something special. The Blood Weave had saved his life so many times, after all…

And after his encounter with the Mordant Mimic, he learned that having strong bones was as important as having tenacious blood.

Shifting his gaze away from the runes, he stared at one of his hands, then made a fist. This was the arm that had been shattered by the vile creature, and then slowly healed while he was falling into the Sky Below. Even though Sunny had already been able to use it for the past few days, it used to feel weak, awkward, and slightly damaged.

But now, it was as good as new.

...More than that, actually. It was better than ever before.

All of his bones felt much more durable and resilient. Stronger. His joints seemed to be slightly more agile, too. His teeth felt as though they could crush stones and cut through metal.

The strangest change, however, happened to his fingers. It wasn't very apparent, though. On the surface, it simply felt as though they had grown subtly more sensitive, the tactile feeling of touching things becoming deeper and richer. However, Sunny suspected that the true change was more profound. He just didn't know what it was, exactly.

Blood Weave had altered his eyes in a very fundamental way, so Bone Weave had to have a lot of promise.

He ran his fingers across the soft surface of the Puppeteer's Shroud, vividly feeling the silken fabric slide against his skin.

'...Neat.'

Then, Sunny stretched his limbs, sensing their newfound agility. He was already weirdly limber due to practicing Shadow Dance, which demanded the utmost level of pliability from the practitioner's body. Now, however, it was even further enhanced.

Satisfied, Sunny turned back to the runes and read:

Attribute: [Bone Weave].

Weaver's forbidden lineage. Your bones have been altered and imbued

by the somewhat expected, but still profoundly fascinating

'Weaver's legacy!'

of Fate. It was Weaver who had snuck into their sibling's tower while bearing a terrible wound, sliced off

that Sunny had seen in the basement of the

He trembled.

though Sunny had seen many incredible things and lived through many unlikely events, both wondrous and terrifying, he suddenly felt

of Fate had been to this dark island, had walked the same halls that Sunny walked, and breathed the same air. The sharp needle infused with remnant traces of their blood was currently inside

was the actual

had swallowed a phalanx bone of the divine being in

'Crazy! This is crazy!'

few times, then

uh… was this how Neph felt when she first met

a random

slight frown

abandoned workshop? What was the harrowing rot that had been spreading from

could even damage

so many

Bone Weave was not over. Several strings

He concentrated and read:

the call of war. Despised and hunted by both

Sunny shivered.

some point in time, the seven daemons — children of the mysterious -unknown-, who were also strangely described as having created themselves — had waged war against the gods. Or, rather, six of them…

big trouble with both the gods and the other daemons… unsurprisingly. One side would have seen the Demon of Fate as one of the enemies simply by virtue of them being a daemon, while the other would have seen them as a

wounded, and why they had to