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:

that starts with you will one day be mine, be welcomed by me, swallowed by me, and find peace within me. This is the mercy of Shadow. Hollow… futile... you

Sunny shivered.

God always that

had not held Shadow in high regard, at least from what

of peace, death, solace, and 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,

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

of like Sunny

pondered about the description for

at all… 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 Nightmare so cursed that all other Nightmares ought to give

continued reading the

Enchantments: [Gates

light and can contain, and then release, an

Sunny blinked.

'Huh?'

that was unless one really thought about the meaning

Infinite…

to describe an actual infinity instead of a fake one, like with the Endless Spring. If that was the truth… yes, an

how did it help

frowned, a

a nasty all-destroying sword,

of his palm,

and its walls were made out of glossy black morion. There was a

that surrounded Sunny instantly became deeper and colder, oppressive, and impenetrable. Any hint of starlight was devoured, turning the interior of the cabin completely black. He, of course, could still see through that darkness, but anyone

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

instantly 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

slowly exhaled, the breath escaping his mouth as

guess that is how infinity

escape it. So, instead,

'Wanna come inside?'

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

'What about you?'

then shrugged indifferently… and disappeared into the small door, as

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