Shadow Slave

The next few murals depicted the battles between the six radiant figures and the vague shapes hiding in the darkness of the abyssal void. Sunny found them quite funny... he already knew that the war between the gods and the unknown were waged with weapons like death, time, and space. It had truly been a war beyond human comprehension.

However, the ancient people had drawn the murals according to their human imagination. In them, the gods battled the void creatures with swords, spears... and even fists, from time to time. Imagining a god having a fistfight with a primordial horror was rather comical.

Sunny shook his head.

"It's curious, isn't it? The gods are always said to be the enemies of the void creatures... but really, they are void creatures themselves. Just of a different breed."

Both the unknown and the gods had been born from the void. So, the gods were unknown themselves - primordial beings from before anything remotely human had ever existed. It was just that they were a very special kind of these ancient abominations. A kind that was inherently opposed to the abyss that had spawned them, and everything it represented.

Nephis slowly nodded.

"Indeed. But does it matter?"

Sunny lightly shook his head.

"I guess it doesn't."

Awakened and Nightmare Creatures were also two sides of the same coin. That didn't make them the same.

The three of them continued forward, studying the murals. Eventually, the void creatures seemed to have been defeated, albeit not destroyed. Beaten and diminished, they crouched in a dark corner of the abyss, surrounded by the six radiant figures.

'This is interesting.'

Sunny knew very little about how the war between the gods and the unknown had ended. The description of the drop of ichor only said that the void had been bound... but not how it had happened.

Finally, the three of them stopped in front of the second to last mural. On it, the six radiant figures seemed to be holding a net made from what was left of the golden flame, surrounded by a whirlwind of sparks. They threw the net on the crouching creatures of the void, engulfing them in radiance.

landscape - the black abyss was gone, replaced by

year with the inhabitants of

The blind girl sighed.

direction and used their weapons to wrap it around the void. That was how the void was sealed. And... that was also how

the last mural, overcome by an

'Wait a second...'

blue sky... the crouching beings enveloped

drawn according to the limited imagination of their creators. So, if he looked

like time and space that the gods had created to

created the world... the universe, rather... by sealing the void in the

this was how the

He shivered.

a cage for the abyssal beings of the void? That... that everything is just the outer shell of a prison built to

and Nephis turned

a while, the blind girl

only bound. And the world is what binds it... not the waking world, and not the Dream

though he was standing on the surface of a deep, dark

ice was

'Damnation...'

so bothered

to dismiss the whole thing as an ancient superstition if not for one detail. The Spell had put the same story in the description of the

'Curses.'

out a shaky breath and said

a bit disturbing,

Indeed, it was.

more than that,

so many