Shadow Slave

Sunny read the runes with curiosity:

Memory: [Shadow Lantern].

Memory Rank: Divine.

…He fell from the bed.

'What?!'

Another… another Divine Memory?

Feeling cold sweat rolling down his face, Sunny wiped it off with a trembling hand and slowly clenched his fists.

'Should... should be interesting…'

He looked back to the runes, trying to calm his wildly beating hearts.

Just what kind of a Relic had he received?

Sunny got ahold of himself and continued to read the description:

Memory Tier: I.

Memory Type: Tool.

'A tool… makes sense. It is a lantern, after all. But what does it do? Lanterns are supposed to produce light and illuminate things. That's not exactly what shadows are known for, is it?'

With a concerned frown, he looked back at the runes.

Memory Description:

["Death is just the shadow of life," said the Goddes of Life. "And peace is just the failure of war. Have you ever been something that had not been stolen, made empty, and vile? Have you ever done something that was not futile and hollow? Can you even exist without being cast by another? Look at how weak you are, how small you are. Am I supposed to be frightened of a small shadow?"

Made pale and feeble by the radiance of day, Shadow laughed and rose from the ground. As he did, his figure swallowed the land, devoured the heavens, and blotted out the light of the sun. Soon, there was nothing left around them but darkness. And from that darkness, a hiss came, making Life tremble:

open its gates. Everything you cherish, everything you nurture, everything that starts with you will one day be mine, be welcomed by me, swallowed by me, and find peace within me. This is the

Sunny shivered.

God always

as terrifying. After all, even other gods had not held Shadow in high regard, at least from what Sunny knew. His temples had been burned

mysteries… that sounded humble and rather inconspicuous when compared to something like Goddess of the Black Skies, the god of storms, depths, of the oceans, of darkness, stars, travel, guidance,

to remain unseen and unheard were often the most dangerous, weren't

of like Sunny

shook his head, pondered about the description for a bit, and

well, that's not surprising. In many ways, they are the opposite of each other. No wonder every time I meet someone from the War camp, I end up either having my heart torn out or, even worse, lured into a

then continued

[Gates of

Description: [This lantern devours light and can contain, and then release, an

Sunny blinked.

'Huh?'

didn't seem like much, for a Divine Relic… that was unless one really thought about the meaning behind

Infinite…

with the Endless Spring. If that was the truth… yes, an object

how did

a

it be a nasty all-destroying sword,

from darkness in his hand. The thing was not too big, about the size of his palm, and made out of black… something. It didn't feel or look like any material he had

There was a ring of dark metal

devoured, turning the interior of the cabin completely black. He, of course, could still see through that darkness, but anyone else would probably

the beautiful lantern around and noticed a small

his chest. He was suddenly cold, overwhelmed by unease, and… terrified. Like an animal facing something so much larger than itself

the breath escaping

is how

was empty, so he couldn't command any shadows to escape it. So,

'Wanna come inside?'

looked at him with fear, then energetically shook its head. Sunny

'What about you?'

for a bit, then shrugged indifferently… and disappeared into the small door, as if he had never

way that he was used to. He couldn't see, hear, or sense what the shadow was seeing, hearing, and sensing. All he knew was that it still