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, it was

would not be over until Sunny fulfilled his promise

he gritted his teeth and dove into the

silent shadows stood motionlessly in the darkness, just like always. The lightless sea of his soul was quiet and

of motionless shadows. Past the lumbering shape of the Mountain King, past the formless shadow of the loathsome Thieving Bird's

Nightmare Creatures and humans

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

Daeron of the Twilight Sea, the

standing near him, as beautiful as she had been in the dream, but now motionless and

would sooth his heart, perhaps. But

anymore, he turned away

Curse it

and the gods, curse their damned war, and curse the Nightmare Spell

Demon of Fate, Firstborn of

his head, he took a few

at the end of the list of his Memories.

Memory: [Dream Flower].

Memory Rank: Transcendent.

Memory Tier: I.

front of him, its petals still covered by dew. It was exactly the

Sunny sighed.

given him was not a simple memento. He should have

heart, he turned back to

are contained within this blossom. It was a farewell gift to her killer, Lost from

Memory Enchantment: [Given Promise].

Description: [Crush my hopes, crush my dreams.

was short,

long while, his face motionless. Then, he dismissed them and looked at the beautiful azure

idea what the purpose of this Memory was, nor did he know how Wind Flower had ensured that

one thing he knew, however, it was that this

her most precious,

reached forward, grasped

And crushed it.

of his soul.

that something was