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.

Spell used to create the embers serving as anchors for its weaves. Whatever it was, there certainly was a connection to soul cores… after all, the Tier — and subsequently, the number of nexuses a Memory's spellweave possessed — was directly tied to the number of soul cores that the source of the Memory

the kill had produced a Memory. Sunny didn't care, though… without a better alternative,

demonic figure through the eyes of the shadow, and then dismissed the soul shard

enchanted crystal to remain

and slowly untangled it, breaking the loops and allowing

whole pattern, including the ethereal soul shard,

essence. The task was tenuous, perplexing, and intricate… but it wasn't too complicated. The pattern was already made, and all he had to do was to connect it to

the collar, the black strings extending from it and

a second enchantment inside of it, this one much more complex and elaborate, crafted from ethereal runes. It was all a proper

held his breath… and then

shimmered, and suddenly turned extremely cold. Inside, two energies clashed with each other, both enchantments

of his being had awakened from a long slumber. Full of fear and excitement, Sunny did something that he had done countless times

'One…'

He summoned the runes.

air in front of him, their sight as sweet

Name: Sunless.

Name: Lost from

Rank: Awakened…

'Two…'

within. Simultaneously, he grabbed

the collar held firm, as if utterly

'Three...'

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

now, all he wanted was

'Seven seconds…'