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:

death, and war is just the key to open its gates. Everything you cherish, everything you nurture, everything that starts 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 have come first, my sister, but when your cruelty

Sunny shivered.

was Shadow God always that

terrifying. After all, even other gods had not held Shadow in high regard, at least from what Sunny

peace, death, solace, and mysteries… that sounded humble and rather inconspicuous when compared to something like Goddess of the Black Skies,

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

of like Sunny

about the description for a bit, and

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

then continued

Enchantments: [Gates

and can contain, and then release,

Sunny blinked.

'Huh?'

seem like much, for a Divine Relic… that was unless one really thought about the

Infinite…

in this 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

did it help

frowned, a

couldn't it be a nasty

itself from darkness in his hand. The thing was not too big, about the size of his palm, and made out of black…

scales of a serpent, and its walls were made out of glossy black morion. There was a ring of dark

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

lantern around and noticed a small door on

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 than itself that the difference in

breath escaping his mouth as chilling

that is how infinity

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

'Wanna come inside?'

shadow looked at him with fear, then energetically shook its

'What about you?'

indifferently… and disappeared into the small door, as if he

see, hear, or sense what the shadow was seeing, hearing, and sensing. All he knew was that it still