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:

be mine, be welcomed by me, swallowed by me, and find peace within me.

Sunny shivered.

Shadow God always that

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

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

preferred to remain unseen and unheard were often the most

like Sunny

description for a bit, and then smiled

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,

continued reading the

Enchantments: [Gates of

lantern devours light and can contain, and then release, an infinite amount of

Sunny blinked.

'Huh?'

didn't seem like much, for a Divine Relic… that was unless one

Infinite…

the Endless Spring. If that was the truth… yes, an

did it

frowned, a little bit

a

summoned the Memory and saw a small lantern weave itself from darkness in his hand. The thing was not too big, about the size of his palm, and made out of black… something. It

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

oppressive, and impenetrable. Any hint of starlight was devoured, turning the

around and noticed a small

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

slowly exhaled, the breath escaping his

guess that is how infinity

he couldn't command any shadows to escape it. So,

'Wanna come inside?'

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

'What about you?'

for a bit, then shrugged indifferently… and disappeared

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 was seeing, hearing, and sensing. All he knew was that it still existed, somewhere else,