Shadow Slave

'Ah... I am... starting to rethink the value of curiosity...'

Even subjected to the horror of the knowledge of the Void, which could quite literally turn Sunny into a Nightmare Creature, he still felt a strange impulse to open his eyes and try to glean the secrets left in the Estuary by the Demon of Dread.

It was such a tantalizing mystery, after all. The Void, the ineffable beings that dwelled in it, and how the gods were born from them... only to wage war on the very existence that had given shape to their divinity.

It was a bit like the compulsion to jump that some people felt while standing near the edge of a tall cliff.

Of course, taking that leap would mean the death of them. And opening his eyes would mean the end of Sunny.

So, he kept them shut and kept walking.

At first, each step felt as if he was trying to move a mountain. But slowly, torturously, he grew accustomed to the suffocating pressure of the ghastly runes. Not to the point of being comfortable around them, but at least enough so to increase his pace.

The reason he could make even a single step, though, was the Mirror of Truth — and the reflection of Nephis caught in it.

Without borrowing her [Longing] Ability, Sunny would have collapsed to the ground the moment the runes surrounded him, turning into a pile of... something. Tentacles, maybe, or bone blades.

Then again, the Mad Prince had looked pretty human-like. So, perhaps, he would have retained his general appearance, with only his soul becoming consumed by Corruption.

That would have made Sunny a Fallen Terror, which was the same Rank and Class that the Crimson Terror of the Forgotten Shore had possessed. The comparison made him feel not exactly nostalgic, but definitely contemplative.

have changed a lot, haven't

to walk forward. Dread, absolute dread... what else

the real thing. Sunny shuddered to imagine how much more harrowing the true Estuary was. What madman would

somehow... the key to his freedom was still waiting for him, somewhere ahead.

did not know, but he was determined

Sin of Solace kept quiet, and so did he. Time passed agonizingly slowly but also inconceivably fast... in fact, Sunny had lost all sense of the passage time the moment he entered the Source,

out there, either preparing to fight or already fighting the hordes

I have to walk

teeth, Sunny did just

for a while, with his mind still being ravaged by the presence of the revolting runes. But then... a subtle sound reached his

the tranquil murmur of water licking a stone

ignite in his heart, Sunny touched the surface of the Mirror of Truth, feeling cold sweat rolling down his back when he

shatter very soon. But he was

into a swift shadow and gliding forward — the last thing he wanted was to expose his soul to more pain. 𝐥ìg𝚝𝔫օ𝑣𝓮𝓵w𝓸𝓻𝐥𝓭~𝙘օ𝕞. Feinting in convulsions would be the

Mirror of Truth kept cracking beneath

cracks connected together, producing a quiet, but deafening sound. The miraculous mirror shattered and fell apart, the sharp shards dissipating into a whirlwind

the

Memory has been

Losing his balance, he fell down and rolled

runes dissipated, and he was able to take