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:

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

Sunny shivered.

God

other gods had not held Shadow in high regard,

Goddess of the Black Skies, the god of storms, depths, of the oceans, of darkness, stars,

and unheard were often the

like

shook his head, pondered about the description for a bit, and then smiled

not like Shadow God at all… well, 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

sighed, then continued

Enchantments: [Gates of

lantern devours light and can contain, and

Sunny blinked.

'Huh?'

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

Infinite…

with the Endless Spring. If that

how did

frowned, a little

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

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

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

full of a pleasant feeling of comfort, Sunny turned the beautiful lantern around and noticed a small door on one

in his chest. He was suddenly cold, overwhelmed by unease,

escaping his mouth as

that is

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

'Wanna come inside?'

its

'What about you?'

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

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, in a terrible vast,