Shadow Slave

The underground dojo was submerged in darkness, and as soon as Sunny willed the drop of ichor to manifest itself into reality, that darkness suddenly came to life. Countless shadows moved and danced around him, forming an invisible whirlpool. Their movements were strange and erratic, fraught with anticipation, excitement, and longing.

Slowly, golden sparks of light appeared in the air in front of him and then shot toward a single point in space, coalescing into a small radiant dot. However, the Memory did not appear yet. Instead, more and more sparks flew into it, thousands upon thousands of them, until, at last, it seemed as though wide streams of brilliant golden light were constantly flowing into the slowly growing sphere of radiance.

This continued for almost an entire minute, and when the sparks finally disappeared, a brilliant drop of golden liquid was floating in the air in front of Sunny. It was suffused with a beautiful light that didn't seem blinding, but was somehow able to illuminate the entire expanse of the dojo.

…However, there was also something dark about the shining drop of divine blood. Contrasted against its golden radiance, the shadows around him were now suddenly much deeper, darker, and starkly pronounced. All their movement ceased, as though they were frozen still by awe and reverence.

'...That is Shadow God's blood, alright.'

Sunny forced himself to look away from the Drop of Ichor and summoned the runes describing it. He had to make sure that his guess was right.

Tense with anticipation, he read:

Memory: [Drop of Ichor].

Memory Rank: unknown

Memory Tier: unknown

Memory Type: unknown

'Just like the last time…'

Not surprised, he lowered his gaze and studied the string of runes that were his real goal:

Memory Description: [Before, there was only boundless, eternal void. From that dark abyss, the -unknown- were born. Just like chaos itself, they were endless and everlasting, vast and forever changing. But then came desire, and with it came direction. From it, the gods were born.

When gods appeared, the void was not eternal anymore.

When gods appeared, the darkness was not endless anymore.

the chaos was

and brought with them war. This drop of divine blood was spilled by Shadow on one of the battlefields of

at the runes,

a lot to take

type of creatures. Primordial beings that existed before time, space, and even death

and their rebellion. And why Shadow God had been compelled to create Death. How else would

least it was easy to tell

detail was that the description never said that the primordial void

bound, now that

a vast amount of information, which had an even vaster amount of implications. He couldn't encompass all that in a small

I consume the drop,

hesitated, then glanced at the radiant drop

Spell spoke. This time, however,

'Weird...'

a drop of ichor. Do

the previous two times he had decided to

"Yes."

[...So be it.]

that

equal parts, which then shot toward his chest, abdomen, and head. The radiant droplets

Sunny flinched.

'A—already?'

and at the same time,

felt something entering his bloodstream, a cold and unfamiliar energy that

is it! It's

himself to the floor, preparing for the torturous process of transformation. The cold energy spread through his entire body, reaching every corner of it. It surged,

then, something strange

eyes wide

the lineage of Shadow God flowed through his veins, Blood Weave suddenly surged, too. But its behavior was not at all normal, or caused by Sunny himself. It was acting of its own volition, and felt full of

…And hunger.