Shadow Slave

Sunny sighed, then dismissed the runes, feeling the familiar heat igniting deep within his soul, growing stronger and stronger with each breath.

Effie and Kai looked at him, curiosity and concern mixing in their eyes. Cassie silently retrieved the Quiet Dancer and turned away, listening to the dark forest that surrounded them.

A few moments later, the little girl asked:

"So, uh… what exactly happens now?"

Sunny gave her a grim look.

"...Now I will scream and thrash for a while. Forming a new core is probably the third worst pain I have ever experienced… and that was just the Demon core. Damnation."

Effie blinked a couple of times:

"What are the second and the absolute worst, then?"

He hesitated for a bit, and then said hoarsely:

"Attaining a daemon's lineage was pretty bad. But the most terrible thing, by far… was catching a glimpse of fate. That one I only survived by accident."

The gloomy shadow shivered, remembering their past. Sunny, meanwhile, scoffed.

'Being gutted by the Black Knight did not even make the list, huh… maybe I need to rethink my life choices.'

At that moment, the heat burning within his soul reached a critical point, and the Spell whispered into his ear:

[Your shadow is taking shape…]

A blinding pain exploded in his chest, sending Sunny to his knees. He gritted his teeth and remained silent, refusing to let out a shriek, a wail, or even a growl. This was not his first time experiencing that pain… even though, this time, it was far more intense.

A human soul was not meant to contain many cores…

That was the conclusion Sunny had come to a while back, thinking about how the process of Awakening was pleasant and euphoric, but gaining new cores and a daemon's lineage was harrowing and torturous. Humans were meant to walk the path of Ascension, but becoming a different type of creature was against their nature.

And Weaver's lineage was simply against all nature… it was aberrant and forbidden, something that was never meant to exist at all.

'Argh!'

The pain grew stronger, and stronger, and then stronger still. Just like before, he felt as though his soul was being torn apart, something rising from its depths and cutting his very being with its sharp edges. However, Sunny was used to this torment. He accepted it, allowed himself to dissipate into it, and endured.

However, then, something entirely unexpected happened.

was going through a transformation, his body followed suit, as well, catching him by surprise. This time, Sunny failed to suppress a scream, and fell to the

What… the

tearing, and his skin was on fire. Sunny clawed at the ground, then raised his

across the forest, the roar changed,

grew cold, and his tortured body was released from the cage of suffering. Sunny exhaled hoarsely, then relaxed and

the Spell resounded from the darkness, echoing between

[...Your shadow is complete.]

few moments later, he heard another voice, this one

is even bigger

***

take a look at his runes. However, even before that, he noticed that something

considerably further down

'Huh?'

task of watching out for a potential attack. Luckily, Cassie was still vigilant… Sunny frowned, then glanced down to take a look at his own

into a Devil changed it, too. The shadow demon… devil… grew even taller, now standing at almost three meters of height. His skin had turned into a darker shade of grey, and his claws seemed as if they

his shadow, Sunny could see that his horns had grown longer and sharper, as well. More than that, there were now four of them…

entirely black previously, now seemed like two pools

had been fearsome before, but now, he was simply terrifying. Even Sunny himself would not have

his head, then looked

at you. Is this how everyone feels when they're

hesitated, the

is presuming that they are looking at your

The little girl snorted.

Sunny way too much,

her jabs, Sunny curiously looked

shadow, after all… what

staring at each other. Nevertheless, to

bad mood and disdain.

other shadow, looking at it with arrogant contempt. They were of the exact same height,

the gloomy shadow. The haughty shadow, however, did not seem impressed even a little bit. It was as though the very thought of looking

two of them just continued to drill holes into each

his face with a

gods… there's two of them

***

happy shadow, that hopeless fool — something

from the

shimmered in the air in