Shadow Slave

On the last night before their departure from Fallen Grace, Sunny let out a deep sigh and listened to the Spell whisper into his ear:

[Your Memory has been destroyed.]

[...You have received a Memory.]

With that, the Transcendent charm he had been working on had become a Supreme one. Its enchantment, which enhanced the material properties of objects, was further strengthened. Not only was the nexus of its weave more potent now, but the weave itself had also been made more robust to withstand the increased pressure.

Strings of ethereal light were intertwined with the black threads of shadow essence, forming a mesmerizing tapestry.

Sunny took a deep breath.

«Four down… one to go.»

He had saved the hardest Memory for last — the Transcendent memory of the Seventh Tier meant for Nephis. That one, he was going to have to alter on their way to Verge.

Things were happening so fast now. Looking back at what he had experienced in the Nightmare, it was hard to believe how close the end of it all was. It seemed like Sunny had been sharing the ketch with Nephis and Ananke just yesterday, but now, he was approaching the finish line.

Dismissing the charm, he rose and stretched his limbs, then left his quarters. It was night, but no one in Fallen Grace seemed to be asleep. While Sunny was passing by the windows, he saw numerous people crowding the streets on the neighboring island-ships. They were all looking at the white temple, knowing that their lady, and the Outsider warriors she had gathered, were going to leave come dawn — or rather, dusk.

Leave to challenge the very source of the Defilement.

It was not an exaggeration to say that their fates depended on the result of their journey. However… looking at these people, Sunny did not feel that they were concerned for themselves. It seemed like they were concerned about Dusk and her Outsider companions, instead.

«Funny…»

Sunny could not remember the last time he had watched someone go into battle on his behalf. It must have happened occasionally, but he was usually the one doing the fighting. In Antarctica, he had carried thousands of refugees on his back across the frozen hellscape… which had seemed like a burden, at the time.

But, in a sense, he would have been burdened watching someone fight and die for him more. So, he could easily understand the complicated storm of emotions brewing in the hearts of the people being left behind in Fallen Grace.

He often complained about how harsh and unforgiving the life of an Awakened was… but it was also a privilege.

the last orders to the people who would be ruling the city in her absence. 𝐥ìg𝚝𝔫օ𝑣𝓮𝓵𝕧𝔢𝓻𝕤𝓮~𝙘օ𝕞. Some of them he knew, like the captain of the soldiers or the carpenter who had been in charge of repairing the

bowed respectfully when

«Lord Sunless.»

nodded at them and approached Cassie, then placed a hand on her shoulder. A spark of energy traveled between them as the Supreme charm was transferred from

powerful now. It also consumes much more essence, so be

like a jade flower, and weighed it on her hand. Soon, the petals of the ornament ignited with a soft glow, hinting that its enchantment was activated. At

appeared on

«Thank you.»

hesitated for a few moments. There were too many people around them, so he couldn't be too free in what he said. Still… he

from her shoulder and asked, his voice

«Listen. Are you… alright?»

raised an eyebrow, seemingly

Why wouldn't I be? I'm better than

rare hint of sincere relief

frowned, lingered for a moment, then

retrieve the shadow that followed Cassie around. But

her company for a little while

right mind would be relived in

behind, he left the hall and went to find the

suns rose from the waters of the Great River once more. Fallen

gazes were solemn as they watched the seven Outsiders

there were no cheers. Instead, everyone was silent, which

last day of evacuation, for some reason. Back then, people had been desperately trying to get on the last leaving ship, knowing that everyone who stayed behind

The ones who were sailing away would

expressed with words. Fear, longing, and shame. Sorrow, grief,

And hope.

even. It could bloom even in the most terrible of situations, bringing with

better

time. Most of these youths looked unfamiliar — even if