Shadow Slave

Sunny remained motionless for a while, trying to digest the earth¬shaking revelation he had received in the Estuary.

He felt as though he had stumbled on a great, almost unimaginable secret. Something that, perhaps, lay at the root of all the mysteries that had been plaguing him for so long.

There were not six, but seven gods: Sun God, War God, Storm God, Beast God, Heart God, Shadow God... and Dream God, who had been forgotten.

The daemons were children of this Forgotten God.

Therefore... by rebelling against the gods, had they rebelled against their own kin? Just like the gods themselves had waged war against their kin, the ineffable beings of the Void.

'No, wait...'

The connection between the Forgotten God and everything that had happened, and continued to happen, was too deep to be a mere coincidence.

The realms of the gods were destroyed, consumed one after another by the Dream Realm. Seeds of Nightmare bloomed in its depths, infecting the last remaining realm, the waking world, by a plague of Nightmare Creatures.

And then there was the Nightmare Spell, created by Weaver — the firstborn of Dream God.

Had the Forgotten God really been Dream God? Or had he been Nightmare God?

Or... had he been Dream God once, but then became the god of nightmares?

Why had he been erased from history? Why did the runes describing his title... and not even his real title, but simply referring to him as the Forgotten God... possess a repelling force to them? It was almost as if merely mentioning him was forbidden.

close to a

'Wait...'

described as forbidden, as well? Come to think of it, Sunny had never heard about any of the daemons having

His head was spinning.

something to it... I

a throughline that neatly tied it all together. An answer to most of the questions that Sunny had asked himself countless times,

runes shone in the distance, luring him to walk

deep breath, Sunny walked across the surface of the hidden

of light. However, to his surprise, it was not a string of runes... instead, it was an image. A familiar image,

by a field of terrifying darkness, a mass of golden flame was burning, illuminating

scene where desire was

'Why is this here?'

frowned, then walked forward, soon reaching the next

of him... or rather, beneath him. This one, however, was a bit different from what he had seen in the drowned temple of Fallen Grace. On the mural of the drowned temple, there were six radiant figures surrounding the

the waters of the dark

figure made Sunny feel dizzy and nauseous. It seemed that not

Sunny walked further.

several scenes painted in the water were largely the same. They depicted the seven gods

how it had been drawn on the mural in the drowning

and diminished, surrounded by

giant and terrifying as ever, and the seven gods were depicted in a desperate fight against them, both sides seemingly on the

was different,

dwelling in it, in a net made from the remnants of the golden flame. Here, though... the scene was largely the