Shadow Slave

1020 The Fall of Falcon Scott (38)

Sunny had never even thought about using that deadly enchantment after the first time. Back then, moments before falling into the Sky Below, he had activated it out of sheer desperation.

His gamble had paid off, but it almost cost him his life.

[Where is my eye?) allowed the wearer of the mask to gaze upon the tapestry of fate in all its harrowing glory. The endless, beautiful eternity of twisting threads transfixed all existence, stretching infinitely in every direction, as well as into the past, present, and future. It connected everyone and everything like an inconceivable, unknowable web.

Weaver might have been capable of witnessing the great tapestry... but mere mortals like Sunny were not.

A single moment of looking at fate had almost caused his mind to collapse. If his essence had not run out after that single moment, he would certainly have been killed, his head exploding in the most violent fashion. Luckily, he had gotten off easy by only experiencing unimaginable pain and pure agony, the memory of which still made him shudder.

...The Terror was very welcome to try doing the same.

As the last of Sunny's essence was disappearing, causing him to experience painful backlash, the inconceivable sight of the great tapestry of fate superimposed itself through and above the world. It was as stunning, breathtaking, and utterly overwhelming as he had remembered... however, funnily enough, Sunny saw the beautiful threads differently this time.

To him, they seemed like nothing but chains now.

Granted, he did not linger trying to look, only catching a small glimpse of the cosmic tapestry. Prepared for what was to come, Sunny used a little, but rather devious trick.

His consciousness was still split between reality and the illusion of the endless expanse of billowing white silk that the Terror had created to mesmerize its prey. So, Sunny made himself blind to the actual world, concentrating entirely on the illusory realm of pure whiteness.

the Terror, who had almost stolen his body and was now looking upon the world through his eyes,

the white silk enveloping him quiver, as if the pallid

of splitting pain because of that one short glimpse of the Strings

'...Look well, wretch."

essence ran dry, and the deadly enchantment deactivated. The tapestry of fate disappeared, and Sunny suddenly found himself

white silk that wrapped his body had come a little loose,

his hand forward. The tip of the Sin of Solace pierced the wall of the cloth prison, and then moved upward, cutting a vertical rift

the dark water, incredibly happy to be

studied his surroundings, knowing that

doubted that it would kill a Corrupted Terror — if that was truly what the dreadful flower of silk was. In any case, the creature

the pallid blossom seemed to be seizing, its petals contorting in grotesque convulsions. The graceful harmony of

to be pained

see... or maybe no one at all. If even a Corrupted abomination of great and terrible power

pain, Sunny glanced briefly at Naeve and Bloodwave. They seemed to be showing signs of life, but had not even begun trying to free themselves yet. Chances were, the Terror would come to its senses before they ever

to finish the battle

hilt of the Sin of Solace, Sunny propelled himself forward. He fought against the weakness that had been

Nimble Catch had turned into a useless piece of net, its active enchantment silent. Luckily,

his lungs were burning by the time he reached the white flower. It had only been a dozen seconds or so, but the convulsions of the billowing

his teeth and dove into the

shape hidden in the center of the

the feeling that he would be caught again at any moment. That his mind would be devoured, and his will would be replaced by something alien and