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:

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 might

Sunny shivered.

was Shadow God always that

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

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

remain unseen and unheard were often

like

shook his head, pondered about the description for a

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,

then continued

[Gates of

contain, and then release, an

Sunny blinked.

'Huh?'

Relic… that was unless

Infinite…

Spring. If that was the truth…

how did

a

a

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

frame of the lantern was intricately engraved, making it seem and feel like the scales of a serpent, and its walls were made out of glossy black morion. There was a ring of dark metal on

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 have a lot of

Sunny turned the beautiful lantern around and noticed a small door

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 animal facing something so much larger

the breath escaping his

that is how

command any shadows to escape it. So, instead, he glanced at the happy

'Wanna come inside?'

its head. Sunny rolled his eyes, then turned to

'What about you?'

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

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