Shadow Slave

Sunny breathed in, then breathed out, calming down his widely beating heart. His hands were trembling so hard that the softly gleaming soul shard almost fell out of his grip.

'Hey… hey, Elyas. Look... it's finished!'

He tiredly turned his head and let out a low growl, trying to attract the young man's attention. But his partner did not even move, laying at the bottom of his cage and staring into the darkness with bleak, hollow eyes.

The last few days, the youth's condition wasn't too good. He even stopped having his one-sided conversations with Sunny, and just sat quietly in the darkness, not moving, until the next morning came and it was time to fight again.

Sunny lingered for a few moments, then turned away.

'It's alright… rest. I'll get us out of here soon. We will be free… free, Elyas! Just hold on a little longer!'

There wasn't much time left. In all of the vile dungeon, barely four dozen Nightmare Creatures were left alive. Their grotesque forms towered in the darkness, locked inside enchanted cages, the long stretches of empty space between hinting that the Trials of the Red Colosseum were going to come to an end soon.

And then, Solvane and her followers would spend another decade hunting down a new hecatomb of monsters to sacrifice to their bloodthirsty god.

Sunny's mouth twitched.

'Who cares… they are all just illusions, anyway. The real Solvane is long dead… the real Elyas is dead, too. Who cares what happens to them?'

He stole a glance at the crestfallen youth, and then looked away.

…But were they, really?

Forcing his trembling hands to grow steady, Sunny hesitated, then studied the soul shard he had just enchanted.

its weaves. Whatever it was, there certainly was a connection to soul cores… after all, the Tier

Nightmare Creatures even if the kill had produced a Memory. Sunny didn't care, though… without

himself, looked upon his demonic figure through the eyes of the shadow, and then dismissed the soul shard once

did something strange… he willed the enchanted crystal to remain in an ambivalent state, not quite gone, but also not quite

into the weave of the black strings and slowly untangled it, breaking the loops and allowing the ends of the tenebrous threads

that was done, he started to weave the whole pattern, including the ethereal soul shard, into

the spellweave into the band wrapped around his neck, submerging it into the flowing stream of soul essence. The task was tenuous, perplexing, and intricate… but it wasn't too complicated. The pattern was already made, and all he had to

soul shard disappeared from his hands, and from the material world entirely. Instead, it was now burning beneath the surface of the collar, the black strings extending from it and spreading through the steel. Now, the collar looked almost like a Memory, and even its

complex and elaborate, crafted from ethereal runes. It was all a proper mess…

his breath… and then tried to

of metal around his neck shimmered, and suddenly turned extremely

being had awakened from a long slumber. Full of fear and excitement, Sunny did something

'One…'

He summoned the runes.

appeared in the air in front of him, their

Name: Sunless.

Name: Lost

Rank: Awakened…

'Two…'

of the two enchantments within. Simultaneously, he grabbed the steel with two of

held firm,

'Three...'

had placed within the band of steel suddenly burst into a myriad of sparks, and the weave of black strings he had so arduously threaded fell apart,

he wanted was to learn how

'Seven seconds…'