Shadow Slave

After returning from Wind Flower's dream, Sunny did not linger for a long time before completing his grim task. Every minute he wasted was one minute more that she had to suffer resisting the inevitable spread of Corruption...

And so, with a heavy heart, he delivered the fatal strike to the beautiful Saint, as swift and merciful as he could make it. Then, Sunny used the divine flames of the Cruel Sight to ignite her body and stepped back, watching as fire spread across the wooden bed and devoured the silk canopy.

The floating lanterns that had illuminated the chamber dissolved into a rain of white sparks, drowning it in darkness. Standing at the edge between the darkness and the stark glow of the burial pyre, Sunny sighed and sat down on the stone floor.

He watched the fire dance in silence, his expression bleak.

It was then that the Spell finally whispered into his ear:

[You have slain a Transcendent human, Wind Flower of the Twilight Sea.]

[Your shadow grows stronger.]

It paused for a moment, and then added:

[...You have received a Memory.]

Sunny looked down, not even reacting to the last proclamation.

'Ah...'

He had not known Wind Flower for long. In fact, they had only spoken twice. And yet, a deep and heavy sorrow weighed on his heart.

Wasn't her fate just too bitter, unfair, and sad?

To be the last remnant of a destroyed world, and outlive everything that you ever knew or loved...

He hated it.

But at the same time, perhaps to her, death was a solace.

Closing his eyes, Sunny felt the heat of the blazing flame and remained motionless for a while.

Eventually, he whispered:

"Your nightmare is over."

It was.

same

until Sunny

grimace contorted his face, he gritted his teeth and dove

expanse of dark water, just like always. The legion of silent shadows stood

the lumbering shape of the Mountain King, past the formless shadow

more, Nightmare Creatures and humans

man with sharp, fierce features, who wore an archaic robe that seemed both simple

the Twilight Sea,

near him, as beautiful as she had been in the dream, but now motionless and lifeless... just like the rest

his heart, perhaps. But it did not.

he turned away and gritted

it. Curse it

gods, curse their damned war, and curse the Nightmare Spell that devoured the few realms that

Weaver, the Demon of

a few

new string of them at the end of the list of his

Memory: [Dream Flower].

Memory Rank: Transcendent.

Memory Tier: I.

for a moment, then summoned the Memory down. Soon, a beautiful azure flower appeared in the darkness in front of him, its petals still covered by dew. It was exactly the same as

Sunny sighed.

Flower had given him was not a simple memento. He

in his heart, he turned back to the runes and

the Twilight Sea are contained within this blossom. It was a farewell gift

Memory Enchantment: [Given Promise].

Description: [Crush my hopes, crush

short, poignant, and

for a long while, his face motionless. Then, he dismissed them and looked at the beautiful azure flower that hovered

of this Memory was, nor did he know how Wind

was one thing he knew, however, it was that this gift

her

reached forward, grasped the lotus flower in

And crushed it.

blinding light, illuminating the vast darkness of his soul. The pure light reflected in the still waters... drowning

that