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:

to open its gates. Everything you cherish, everything you nurture, everything that starts with you will one day be mine, be welcomed by me, swallowed

Sunny shivered.

God

shadows, he had never thought about the God of Shadows 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 and destroyed, his followers turned into slaves… even his aspects and attributes seemed to pale

to something like Goddess of the Black Skies, the god of storms, depths, of the

remain unseen and unheard were often

like

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

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,

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Enchantments: [Gates

can contain,

Sunny blinked.

'Huh?'

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

Infinite…

Spring. If that was the truth… yes, an object that could contain infinity was indeed worthy of being

how did it help

a

be a nasty

weave itself from darkness in his hand. The thing was not too big, about the size of his palm, and made out of black… something.

a serpent, and its walls were made out of glossy black morion. There was a ring of dark metal on its top, with a short chain attached to it.

instantly became deeper and colder, oppressive, and impenetrable. Any hint of starlight was devoured, turning the interior of the cabin

pleasant feeling of comfort, Sunny turned the beautiful lantern around and noticed a small door on one of

slid forward, revealing a square of utter nothingness behind. A moment later, Sunny felt his hair stand on end, and his hearts stagger in his chest. He was suddenly

escaping his

is

shadows to escape it. So, instead, he glanced at

'Wanna come inside?'

at him with fear, then energetically shook its head. Sunny rolled his eyes, then turned to the creepy

'What about you?'

indifferently… and disappeared into the small door,

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