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

Sunny shivered.

was Shadow God always that

high regard, at least from what Sunny knew. His temples had been burned and destroyed, his followers turned

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

things that preferred to remain unseen and unheard were often the most dangerous, weren't

like

description for a

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

then continued reading

[Gates

light and can contain, and then release,

Sunny blinked.

'Huh?'

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

Infinite…

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

did

a

it be a nasty

too big, about the size of his palm, and

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

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

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

felt 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 size could

exhaled, the breath escaping his mouth

that is

it. So, instead, he glanced at the happy shadow and

'Wanna come inside?'

shook its head. Sunny rolled

'What about you?'

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

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