Shadow Slave

After drinking her fill, Nephis sat silently on the edge of the pool for a while, staring into the distance.

Her eyes, however, were moving, as if reading an invisible book that floated in the air above the calm waters.

Some time later, a pale shadow of a smile touched her lips.

'That guy… he did something crazy again, didn't he?'

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

'How is he so fast…'

In the past months… years, lifetimes?... spent traversing the Dream Realm, surrounded by nothing except for pain and bloodshed, Nephis had started doubting the memories of her previous life. Sometimes, all of it seemed like something that she had simply imagined… a bittersweet dream she had invented to escape from the horrors of the real world. This world.

The world of neverending nightmares.

The change of the runes describing Sunny was the only connection she had left to the actual reality. Perhaps, it was the only thing keeping her sane.

...Even if the things she saw in the shimmering runes were sometimes hard to believe.

The impossible Lineage that should not have existed, the divine Memory of the seventh Rank, the strange essence of his soul, the true nature of the taciturn stone demon… and of course, of his Flaw.

It seemed that Sunny had much more secrets than Nephis had suspected. With that knowledge, many things made much more sense now… but at the same time, many others seemed much more incredible.

Well, it was not like she didn't have secrets of her own.

And anyway, it was all in the past.

Everything was in the past.

All that remained was the future.

...She did hope that he was doing well, though, out there in the real world. With Cassie...

shifted her gaze to the ancient tree and saw two weathered skeletons cruelly nailed to its white

some time, one

Am I that pleasant

out a creaky growl, then strained, trying to wrestle free of the large silver nails

a calm expression, no emotion

skeleton

to be cast into this hell alive? Even for a revolting nephilim like you, this is too

voice of a person who had almost forgotten how to

language do

The skeleton laughed.

is in this place, of course. Why?

a long time,

world. Do you know how to escape this

stared at

waking world? What is

spoke, his voice

smell the stench of a daemon on this abominable thing?

turned its skull a little, and then

guides better than the two of us. Just take us

them for

guides.

second skeleton strained to free himself again,

Plague of Steel, King of Kings, conqueror of a hundred thrones! Choose me, nephilim! I will guide you to the shores of the Underworld and

a glance, then said

"...What about you?"

first skeleton answered

I am no one. Just a humble

for a

of

skeleton who had called himself

here because I led my armies into the great war, slaughtered a myriad

shifted her gaze to the other