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:

you cherish, everything you nurture, everything that starts with you will one day be mine, be welcomed by me,

Sunny shivered.

was Shadow God always that

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

something like Goddess

preferred to remain unseen and unheard were often the

of like Sunny

shook his head, pondered about the description

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 it

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[Gates of

and can contain, and then release, an infinite amount of

Sunny blinked.

'Huh?'

Divine Relic… that was unless one

Infinite…

If that was the truth… yes, an object that

did it help

frowned, a

be a

the size of his palm, and made

of glossy black morion. There was a ring of dark metal on its top, with a short chain attached

oppressive, and impenetrable. Any hint of starlight was devoured, turning the interior of the cabin completely black. He, of course,

around and noticed

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 cold, overwhelmed by unease, and… terrified. Like an

the breath escaping

guess that is how

couldn't command any shadows to escape it. So, instead, he glanced at the happy

'Wanna come inside?'

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

'What about you?'

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

the 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 existed, somewhere else, in a terrible vast, dark, and cold