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...

and saw two weathered skeletons cruelly nailed to its white bark. Both

some time, one of

my. Am I that pleasant to look

to wrestle free of the large silver nails impaling it to the tree.

the skeletons with a calm expression, no

first skeleton

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

in a voice of a person who had almost forgotten how

language do you

The skeleton laughed.

only language there is in this place, of course. Why? Do you wish

silent for a long

way back to the waking world. Do you know how

at her with a

waking world? What is

suddenly spoke, his voice

you smell the stench of a daemon on this abominable thing?

skull a

better than the two of us. Just

them for a while, then

two guides. Which

strained to free himself again, and

a hundred thrones! Choose me, nephilim! I will guide you to the shores of the Underworld and through its dark expanse, back to the world of the living! You will need a powerful

then said to the other

"...What about you?"

first skeleton answered in

no one. Just a

lingered for a bit. Finally, she

are… the two of you… nailed to this

skeleton who had called himself Azarax

creature?! I am here because I led my armies into the great war, slaughtered a myriad of souls, and was punished for my strength

gaze to the