Shadow Slave

Sunny had only caught a glimpse of the runes, but it was enough to send him into a state of utter terror.

Before even having time to think, he shut his eyes tightly and activated the enchantment of the Mirror of Truth, borrowing Neph's [Longing] Ability.

Thus making his soul incorruptible… for a while.

And it was just in time, because simply being close to the runes threatened to make Corruption bloom in his soul.

'Argh…'

He groaned mentally while keeping his mouth shut..

The pain was almost unbearable.

It was a familiar kind of terror, revulsion, and pain, as well.

Because Sunny had recognized the shape of those runes.

There were two types of runes that the Spell refused to translate.

One had to do with the type of beings it simply called the -unknown- — the primordial beings of the eternal, everchanging Void. The other had to do with the singular being that it similarly called the -unknown- — the mysterious progenitor of the seven daemons, which might have been one of the Void Creatures, or might not have been.

The latter runes were hard to look at, causing the head of the person to split with ache, and their mind to become dizzy.

runes, though, that were truly sinister, making the unfortunate person witnessing them feel terror and

of the tunnel were such runes… a great number of them. The walls of the tunnel, which seemed to stretch infinitely in all directions, were littered with them, with barely any empty spaces left between the

Sunny gulped for air.

is the source of

about it,

now that Corruption was the influence of the Void,

what Ariel, that madman, had inscribed on the walls of the Estuary. The stories of the Void, the knowledge about it… and the True

was sure

had found, most likely, and what had turned her into the source of the Defilement… which was merely knowledge that could be shared and transferred, thus turning this form of

Names of those beings whose names

Spell refused to translate the harrowing runes — not because it wanted to keep its secrets for itself, but simply because being able to read them would

of these runes was harmful. It was already painful and dangerous to glimpse a few of them, as Sunny had done a few times in his life — for example, when reading the descriptions of the

the Spell had translated those runes for him, those descriptions would have

was only boundless, eternal void. From that dark abyss, the Creatures of the Void were born. Just like chaos itself, they were

Or:

Weaver's beautiful eyes, it stole one of them on a dark, starless night. Impatient, the vile creature looked at its bounty while still in flight. However, when it saw the reflection of the Void forever frozen in the depths of Weaver's pupil, it went mad and screamed, dropping the eye on the mortal realm below. All that was left in its greedy beak

and the type of beings born from it,

in the Estuary,

Void and the Chaos Beings, but also describing them in detail and calling them by their

a glimpse of the runes, unable to read them, that alone put him at

his soul, as well. So, if he remained here

would become the Mad

surface of the enchanted mirror, he could already feel a few thin cracks in