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:

by me, swallowed by me, and find peace within me. This is the mercy of Shadow. Hollow… futile... you might have come first, my sister, but when your cruelty

Sunny shivered.

was Shadow God always

and affinity to 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

that sounded humble and rather inconspicuous when compared to something like Goddess of the Black Skies, the god of storms, depths, of

things that preferred to remain unseen and unheard were often the most dangerous,

of like Sunny

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

someone from the War camp, I end up

then continued reading

[Gates of

contain, and then release, an infinite

Sunny blinked.

'Huh?'

that was unless one

Infinite…

case, the word was used to describe an actual infinity instead of a fake one, like with the Endless Spring. If that was the truth… yes, an object that could contain infinity was indeed worthy of being divine. It simply broke all the

did it

frowned, a

be a nasty

from darkness in his hand. The thing was not too big, about the size of his palm,

making it seem and feel like the scales of a serpent, and its walls were made out of glossy black morion. There was a

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

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

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

the breath escaping his

that is how

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

'Wanna come inside?'

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

'What about you?'

bit, then shrugged indifferently… and disappeared into the small

could still vaguely feel their connection, but not in the way that he was used to. He couldn't see, hear, or sense what the shadow