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.

soul cores… after all, the Tier — and subsequently, the number of nexuses

the kill had produced a Memory. Sunny didn't care, though… without a better alternative, all he could do was use

eyes of the shadow, and then dismissed

strange… he willed the enchanted crystal to remain in an ambivalent state, not quite

black strings and slowly untangled it, breaking the loops and allowing the ends

the whole pattern, including the

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

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 nexus was almost

much more complex and elaborate, crafted from ethereal

then tried to dismiss

and suddenly turned extremely cold. Inside, two energies clashed

air, and inside of him, as though a long-forgotten part of his being had awakened from a long slumber. Full

'One…'

He summoned the runes.

symbols appeared in the air in front of him, their sight as

Name: Sunless.

Lost from

Rank: Awakened…

'Two…'

within. Simultaneously, he grabbed the steel with two of his hands and

firm, as if

'Three...'

seven, the soul shard he 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, turning into the grey fog and disappearing. The original flow

was not disappointed. For now, all he wanted was to learn how long

'Seven seconds…'