Shadow Slave

Sunny was not sure that he was buying what Ananke believed... but at the same time, he couldn't completely discard it.

'Damn Weaver...'

Just why did the creator of the Spell have to be a nebulous and elusive creature - not only surrounded in mystery, but also obsessed with lies? Could there be anyone more untrustworthy? Even though Sunny had inherited Weaver's forbidden Lineage, wore Weaver's Mask, and had a high affinity to fate, which was Weaver's Domain... he still knew close to nothing about the Demon of Fate.

Where had Weaver come from? Who hid behind the fearsome black mask? What motives had guided them? What goals had they pursued?

He shook his head with resignation and looked at Ananke, frowning.

'Whatever. If I can't learn about Weaver, I should at least learn everything else.'

Sunny collected his thoughts before asking the next question.

"Grandmother, you said that the purpose of the Nightmare Spell is to save the future from the doom of the great war between the daemons and the gods. To be honest... I am not entirely sure what that really means. What exactly is that doom? What made the war so terrible?"

The old woman gazed at the flowing expanse of the Great River, lingered for a moment, and sighed.

"It was indeed terrible. Of course, I have not experienced the horror of those days myself. What I do know was passed down to me from my elders, who had... granted, they escaped the war before the end came, so even they didn't know how and why the true devastation happened."

breath, then continued in her creaky

against the gods. It happened soon after the Demon of Desire escaped her chains. The youngest among them, the Demon of Destiny, called upon his siblings to wage war against the heavens... five answered his call, and only the Demon

moved the steering oar a little, her

forgetting the days when everything stood together against the Corruption. Humans fought against humans, and

woman was imagining the wide world that she had never seen or known. She slowly shook her

war was merely the result, and not the cause of the end. In any case, the six Demons assembled vast armies and led them against the gods. What was different about that war... was that they were not immediately defeated. After all, there were many lesser deities, but none of them were as feared as the daemons - let alone if six of

The old woman trembled.

was still to come. Because instead of coming to a conclusion, the war only continued to grow fiercer. Those loyal to the gods took up arms, and in response, the Demons recruited more allies - mortal champions who

River and remained silent for

lost their lives. That was when we

that had befallen that land when the shining figure fell from the sky. Was that radiant creature one of the soldiers in the dreadful war between the six daemons and the six gods? Was it, perhaps, one of the

Or... an actual angel?

all across the Dream Realm, then it was no surprise that the ancient

Ananke sighed.

- the followers of the gods, the followers of the daemons, and even those who did not want anything to do with the war. We,

Sunny tilted his head.

"...Alluring?"

The old woman nodded.