Shadow Slave

Sunny did not really believe that the fairy tale Ananke had told him was literal. The magical Well of Wishes did not really exist, and neither did the remnant of the primal desire from which the gods had been born exist in the Estuary. Cassie had told him herself — not everyone's wish would be fulfilled here.

But his would, through some unknown process.

Still, looking at the mysterious lake surrounding him, Sunny could not help but wonder if both of them had, perhaps, been wrong.

Wouldn't it be nice, for something that magical to exist?

But, of course, the dark and seemingly endless lake was not the Well of Wishes Ananke had told him about.

Sunny realized it when faint lights ignited in its depths, and a nauseating feeling assaulted his senses.

'Argh... damn it!'

He staggered slightly, barely keeping himself from plunging into the cold water. Regaining his balance, Sunny stared at the distant lights.

A strange expression appeared on his face.

'Don't tell me...'

There, deep beneath his feet...

More runes shined, weaved from light.

He could not read them, and felt dizzy from merely looking at them, but they were not the same harrowing runes that covered the walls of the tunnel.

Instead, they were the second kind of runes that the Spell refused to translate. The runes that had to do with the Unknown, the progenitor of the daemons.

At least these writings did not threaten to corrupt his soul.

Sunny studied the runes for a few moments, having no idea what they meant. However, strangely... he felt that he was on the cusp of grasping their meaning. It was as if the secrets described by the shining runes were just outside his reach.

'I wonder if Aletheia got that far...'

And the Mad Prince. And all the previous versions of Sunny that had entered the Estuary.

Had any of them learned the secrets written by the Demon of Dread in the depths of a mystical lake? The lake that was hidden behind a tunnel full of Corruption, almost as if guarded by it.

took a deep

following an impulse, summoned the Sin

the wielder's sanity is shattered, the more powerful this blade becomes.

the cursed sword had long ago reached completion. Therefore... he was long overdue to receive

of the jade jian landed

the moment it did, Sunny felt the thin barrier

true meaning was revealed to

down, Sunny shuddered

[Hail Weaver

Demon of Fate

Firstborn

of the Forgotten God]

***

the familiar runes,

'Hail... Weaver...'

mind was in a state of shock... or maybe epiphany. He couldn't

'The... Forgotten God?'

Unknown, the progenitor of the daemons...

The seventh god?

How could it be?!

raised a hand and wiped his

six gods. Sun God, War God, Beast

— and the Dream Realm as

was the Forgotten

and how could he be the

to have appeared out of nowhere, creating

'No, wait.'

— which was rather unbelievable, considering that Sunny had never seen him... her... it?... mentioned anywhere —

feel dizzy and nauseated when encountering the few, exceedingly rare mentions of

why was the name of Weaver written in the runes at the heart of the Tomb of

a while, then walked further, heading for the next set of

'Forgotten God, Forgotten God...'

seventh god existed, huh? That was... very

reached the next set of shining runes.