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.

the same time,

until Sunny

gritted his teeth and dove into the Soul

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

lumbering shape of the Mountain King, past the formless shadow of the loathsome Thieving Bird's spawn, past the gargantuan figure

Nightmare

stopped near the shadow of a tall and imposing man with sharp, fierce features, who wore an archaic robe that seemed both

was Daeron of the Twilight Sea, the Serpent

she had been in the dream, but now motionless and lifeless... just like the rest of the shadows. The father and daughter

his heart, perhaps. But it did not.

he turned away and gritted his

Curse it

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

Weaver, the Demon of Fate, Firstborn of

few breaths, and then

the end of the list of his Memories. Concentrating,

Memory: [Dream Flower].

Memory Rank: Transcendent.

Memory Tier: I.

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 it had

Sunny sighed.

Flower had given him was not a simple memento.

pulse of sharp pain in his heart, he turned back to the

hopes of Wind Flower of the Twilight Sea are contained within this blossom. It was a farewell gift to her killer, Lost

Memory Enchantment: [Given Promise].

crush my dreams.

short, poignant, and

a long while, his face motionless. Then, he dismissed them and looked at

what the purpose of this Memory was, nor did he know how Wind Flower had ensured that he would receive it from

it was that

of her

reached forward, grasped the

And crushed it.

into blinding light, illuminating the vast darkness of his soul. The pure light reflected in the

felt that something