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:

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,

Sunny shivered.

God always that

held Shadow in high regard, at least from what Sunny knew. His

inconspicuous when compared to something like Goddess of the Black Skies, the god of storms, depths, of the oceans, of darkness, stars, travel, guidance,

to remain unseen and unheard were often the

like Sunny

the description for a bit, and

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

sighed, then continued

[Gates of

lantern devours light and can contain,

Sunny blinked.

'Huh?'

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

Infinite…

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

did it

a little bit

couldn't it be a nasty

in his hand. The thing was not too big, about the size of his palm, and made out of

was a ring of dark metal on its top, with

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

of comfort, Sunny turned the beautiful lantern around and noticed a small door

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 much larger than itself that the difference in

the breath escaping his

is how infinity

escape it. So, instead, he

'Wanna come inside?'

looked at him with fear, then energetically shook its head. Sunny rolled

'What about you?'

bit, then shrugged indifferently… and disappeared into the small door, as

sense what the shadow was seeing, hearing, and sensing. All he knew was that it still existed, somewhere else, in a terrible