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 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 might have come first, my sister, but when your cruelty ends… I will be all that

Sunny shivered.

was Shadow God

gods had not held Shadow in high regard, at least from what Sunny knew. His temples had been burned and

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

unseen and

like Sunny

about the description for a bit,

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

continued reading the

Enchantments: [Gates

[This lantern devours light and can contain, and

Sunny blinked.

'Huh?'

seem like much, for a Divine Relic… that was unless one

Infinite…

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

did it help

a little

couldn't it be a nasty all-destroying

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 ever seen, resembling stone more than

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. It could be held in a hand or fastened to

the night 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 else would probably

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

his hearts stagger in his chest. He was suddenly cold, overwhelmed

slowly exhaled, the breath escaping

guess that is how infinity

escape it. So, instead, he glanced at the happy shadow and raised an

'Wanna come inside?'

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

'What about you?'

for a bit, then shrugged indifferently… and disappeared

their connection, but not in 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