Shadow Slave

The fifth level of the Ebony Tower had almost killed Sunny.

It was completely empty, its black walls drowning in darkness and unadorned. There was no dust, no ruined pieces of furniture, tools, or strange metal devices. Not even lanterns.

There were, however, countless runes carved into the walls themselves. And almost all of those runes were of the kind that radiated a sickening, dire sensation that made one feel as though their mind was breaking apart.

The same mysterious runes that the Spell used to describe the Unknown, and that Sunny had seen written on the floor by the prisoner of the small cell that was hidden under the ruined cathedral in the Dark City.

Back then, looking at them dealt a heavy blow to Sunny, but he persisted and was eventually able to read a single phrase that the prisoner had written, unlike everything else, in a familiar script…

Hail Weaver, Demon of Fate. Firstborn of the -unknown-...

On the second to last level of the Ebony Tower, however, there were much more of the terrible runes. And most of the seemed far more intense, far more... powerful.

When Sunny had first set foot into the dark hall, he yelped and jumped back, then rolled down the spiraling stairs all the way back to the shrine of the Storm God.

…Good thing his bones were now much more hardy.

Eventually, however, he had returned to the hall of runes.

Sunny knew that looking at the vile writings could destroy his sanity, maybe even outright kill him, so he had done so with his eyes closed and while leaving the shadows behind, so that they, too, could not see the ancient walls.

Even then, he felt a terrible pressure constantly assaulting his mind.

leave without learning at

he ever be able to study writing left

what he saw and glance at the obsidian walls, one

was nothing short of horrid, but at

Mask was he able to look at the portions of the hall without feeling like passing out or falling down in

did not give up their secrets. He didn't know their language, after all. The Spell, too, either refused

was not for naught. Because, while slowly moving around the dark hall, he discovered something

It was... a map.

strange

smooth and deep. Sunny did not know what tool the Prince of

of them, an island with a familiar silhouette of a graceful pagoda floated above flames. Even further south, separated from the mountains by a vast emptiness,

was an arched bridge. To the south-west, a strange ship floated on ghostly

all of them,

…Weaver's Mask.

of north, south, east, and west were only something Sunny had

time, it fit with the geography

an inscription near them, written in a runic language that Sunny had trouble understanding. It was similar to the one used by

reading the inscriptions. he

were, of course, the Hollow Mountains. Even if the image itself was only familiar, their closeness to the Ivory Tower cemented that

had to be Bastion. Although Sunny had never seen it with his own two eyes, he knew its silhouette and appearance from childhood, just like any other human in the real world. Its likeness was the stage for countless dramas, movies, and webtoons, after all. Similarly, he recognized the great stone bridge nestled between a snowy peak and a

the position of Bastion and Ravenheart, it wasn't hard to surmise that the ship sailing on the ghostly