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:

the prelude to 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.

God always that

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

death, 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

unseen and unheard were often

like Sunny

description for a bit,

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

sighed, then continued

[Gates of

contain, and then release, an infinite

Sunny blinked.

'Huh?'

enchantment didn't seem like much, for a Divine Relic… that was unless one really thought about the meaning

Infinite…

Endless Spring. If that was

did it

frowned, a little bit

couldn't it be a nasty

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,

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 its top, with a short chain attached to it. It could be held in a hand or fastened to one's belt, if need

soon as the lantern appeared, the darkness of 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

turned the beautiful lantern around and noticed a small door on one of its walls.

end, and his hearts stagger in his chest. He was

slowly exhaled, the breath escaping his mouth as chilling

is how

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

'Wanna come inside?'

with fear, then energetically shook its head. Sunny rolled his eyes, then turned to the

'What about you?'

stared at him for a bit, then shrugged indifferently… and disappeared into the

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