Shadow Slave

[Your nightmare is over.]

[Prepare for appraisal…]

Once again, Sunny found himself in the space between dream and reality. The boundless black void was illuminated by a myriad of stars, with countless strings of silver light connecting them together to form an infinite, beautiful pattern.

Now that he had a nascent understanding of sorcery, Sunny saw the pattern differently. His old suspicions grew stronger, slowly turning into a certainty.

This was the inner sanctum of the Spell. And if the Spell had been created by Weaver… then what he was looking at was its weave.

The myriad of stars were the nexuses. The strings of light, however, were not the same as the threads of essence he could create himself.

…Instead, the Spell was weaved from the Strings of Fate itself.

As that realization took root in his heart, Sunny shuddered. The scale of the cosmic weave of silver light and numerous stars that surrounded him had already been too vast to comprehend. Now that he glimpsed its true nature, it suddenly seemed even more inconceivable.

Yes, Weaver was called the Demon of Fate… but harvesting its very fabric to create a titanic enchantment was too incredible, even for the firstborn of the Unknown.

For a daemon…

Sunny shivered once again.

"We are their Flaw… what did she mean?"

Hope's answer had shaken him to the very core. The implications were too… unthinkable. He did not truly understand what she had meant, but felt as though he was at the precipice of a vast and terrible truth.

Sunny was still far away from grasping that truth, however.

Were the daemons personifications of the Flaws that the gods had shed? Is that how the gods had become flawless? Or had the gods been flawless before the daemons appeared, instead?

None of it made any sense. How did the Unknown, from whom the daemons had come, fit into this? Was there a hint at who or what the Unknown had been… or was?

As always, there were too many questions, and almost no answers!

If there was one thing that became clear, however, it was that the relationship between the gods and the daemons was even more complicated than he had thought.

"How infuriating…"

no way to understand it.

weak to concern myself

he was not as small and weak

He was a Master!

was about

answering his thoughts,

Your trial

resonate in

from its own soul. The shadow beheaded itself to take

and died a hundred deaths within a dreadful nightmare, forgetting what it

the shadow befriended a mad sorcerer, a feral child, a crippled archer, and a blind prophet. Together, they collected

killed, the city was

shadow broke the chains of Hope, and set Desire

slain an

that something strange was happening to time inside the black

been busy in these past five months, after all. He had lost count at some point, but the number of his victims had to be somewhere between one and

stood out from the litany of

officers of the flying fleet, Solvane herself...

had been

while, the Spell was ready

free a demoness

[Your achievements are remarkable!]

[Final appraisal: excellent.]

it

for a few moments, then

"Wait… what?"

Excellent? Just excellent?

"What the hell, Spell?!"

add a remark after the appraisal. He had killed hundreds upon hundreds of Awakened humans and Nightmare Creatures, including plenty of Fallen abominations and Masters! He

daemon against a god's will!

already had a True Name and an Aspect Legacy. All he was going