Shadow Slave

Sunny sighed, then closed his eyes and dove into the Soul Sea.

The tranquil, lightless expanse of his soul was the same as ever. The black water was still and silent, reflecting the three dark suns looming in a perfectly even triangle above. Only the rows of motionless shadows were different from how they had been before, crowded with countless victims of the Red Colosseum.

Despite the fact that Sunny's body was now very different, his soul remained the same.

He walked to stand between the three Shadow Cores, and called upon Nightmare.

A beautiful black steed walked out of a whirlwind of dark flames in front of him and stopped, its adamantine hooves sending ripples through the silent waters. The Shadow was just as he remembered it — tall and graceful, with a lustrous jet-black coat and lean muscles rolling under the skin. Its mane was long and luscious, and its tenebrous eyes glowed with fearsome crimson flames.

The courser had two long horns and a mouth full of sharp fangs that resembled that of a wolf. The horns, the fangs, and the hooves were all forged out of a strange black metal that seemed to be able to compete with the impenetrable onyx of the Mantle of the Underworld. Sunny shuddered, remembering the pain and shock of being struck and bitten by them.

As soon as Nightmare appeared, he felt a whispering fear appear in his mind. Strangely tense, Sunny took a step forward and raised one of his hands, patting the stallion on the muzzle.

"Hey there. We... we meet again, old friend…"

Nightmare was, indeed, an old friend of his… at least of the part of him that had relived the final day of the Shadow Lord's life and their last exhilarating ride together. But just like Sunny was a different person now, this beautiful Shadow was, too. The madness was gone from the stallion's crimson eyes, and so was the burden of hundreds of years of sorrow and loneliness.

It was as though the black steed was now reborn, still remaining the same being, but also somehow renewed by the purifying darkness of death.

As Sunny patted his muzzle, Nightmare pressed it against the calloused hand and looked at his master with a pale, distant hint of recognition. The crimson glow of his eyes ignited with a new intensity, and the black steed snorted, its voice full of quiet affection.

Satisfied, Sunny summoned the runes into existence and glanced at them, curious to see what, exactly, his new Shadow was capable of.

He read:

Shadow: [Nightmare].

Shadow Rank: Awakened.

Shadow Class: Terror.

Shadow Description: [This beautiful steed was tamed by the treacherous Lost From Light in the depths of a harrowing dream. The two Shadows battled across countless nightmares, shattering them all apart; neither was willing to give up, so in the end, the nightmares did.]

Sunny sighed.

'Again with that treacherous nonsense. At least the Spell did not openly mock me, this time.'

still remembered the biting

head dejectedly, Sunny rubbed the terrible scar on his neck and turned

[Dark

Description: "This Shadow is

"This dark horse was meant to be a shadow warrior's steed, and accompany its rider into battle. It is fierce, loyal, and knows no fear. Its speed, strength, and resilience

"This Shadow's might

Shadow

black courser

'Huh…'

incredibly swift and enduring. He was also a war horse, bred to ride into battle without hesitation or fear. What's more, he had two passive Attributes that both increased his speed, strength, and resilience — one when the destrier and his rider were surrounded by shadows, the other when the

frightening combination. Especially because one effect fed into the other, creating a vicious cycle. Perhaps Sunny had only survived the battle with the Terror due to the fact that, at

already an immensely powerful creature, and with two

'Scary...'

the last Attribute, [Dreamwalker]. That

fun, to jump into Mordret's mind one day

slowly exhaled and continued to read the runes. Attributes were, without a doubt, very

[Flowing Shadow], [Mantle of Fear],

steed can dive into shadows and move through

Sunny smiled.

basically, it is like Shadow Step without the teleportation part. Still very useful, and works perfectly

to the

capable of delivering a continuous

help but

is just...

even if more powerful creatures were able to resist some of the effect, a seed of dread was still going to be planted into their minds. And that… that was directly

'Scary… so scary…'

when he met the black steed. The onyx armor

a bit pale, he

The more nightmares serve it, the more powerful it grows,

Dormant Nightmares: [0].

stared at the runes for a

'Huh…'

that allowed him to create minions, was meant to subjugate real nightmares — not any kind of beings made of flesh and bone, but actual dreams. And

than the black steed's own. Additionally, there were currently zero of them under his authority. But how