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:

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 ends… I will be all that

Sunny shivered.

God always

other gods had not held Shadow in high regard, at least from what Sunny knew. His temples had been burned and destroyed, his followers

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

that preferred to remain unseen and unheard were often the

like Sunny

his head, pondered about the description for a bit,

God did 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

then continued reading the

[Gates of

devours light and can contain, and then release,

Sunny blinked.

'Huh?'

Divine Relic… that was unless one really thought about the meaning behind those

Infinite…

to describe an actual infinity instead of a fake one, like with the Endless Spring. If that was the truth… yes,

did it

a

be a nasty all-destroying sword,

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 than

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

that surrounded Sunny instantly became deeper and colder, oppressive, and impenetrable. Any hint of starlight was devoured, turning the interior

beautiful lantern around and noticed a small door on one

in his chest. He was suddenly cold, overwhelmed by unease, and… terrified. Like an animal facing something so much

slowly exhaled, the breath escaping his mouth

guess that is

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

'Wanna come inside?'

shadow looked at him 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 small door, as if

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