Shadow Slave

Sunny had reached the very heart of the Estuary.

There, hidden in the depth of a towering mountain, a vast cavern was filled with darkness. A single ray of bright light fell from somewhere high above, illuminating a small island rising from the glossy black water.

There was a beautiful tree growing on the island, its leaves a sea of pale magenta. As the branches of the tree swayed slightly under the wind, the leaves fell down on the surface of the water, making its reflection ripple.

And in the shadow of those branches, a simple stone sarcophagus stood, its lid covered by withered leaves.

It made... for a vivid and breathtaking sight.

The heart of the Estuary was peaceful, like an island of safety and tranquility in a world full of nothing but dread. And yet... it was also poignant and mournful. As soon as Sunny entered the cavern, he felt a strange melancholy fill his heart, as though an echo of a great sorrow that had been experienced here by someone, sometime, still resided in this sacred and silent sanctuary.

He shifted slightly.

'Why... why is there a grave here?'

The great black pyramid was called the Tomb of Ariel, but it was not the place where the Demon of Dread had been buried. Instead, it was a place he had built to bury unbearable truths. So, it was not really a tomb.

...Or was it?

Sunny stared at the unadorned sarcophagus, struck silent by the overwhelming sorrow that remained here even now, thousands of years after the daemons and the gods were no more.

He knew that the Tomb of Ariel was not a burial place for someone because of the words the Demon of Dread had shared with Weaver. Ariel had said so himself — what he had buried here were the hideous truths he did not wish to remember.

But that was the thing. If Ariel did not remember what he had buried in this tomb of his, then didn't it mean that his words could not be trusted?

Who was to say that he had not buried someone precious here, and then chose to forget about his sorrow?

remembered the description of the Mirror of

nor have I ever seen it. How would I know to admire it? I just happened to be here by chance. Now that I've seen it,

to be free of the truth, so

that although Ariel had forgotten his

Fate really happened to visit the Nightmare Desert and stumble upon the great

was not

the heart of Ariel's Tomb?

rested under the branches of the beautiful tree, Sunny

answer... is

of Oblivion had been

sad, even for her

no, that

Six daemons had risen in rebellion against the heavens, while the seventh —Weaver — refused. Because of that, the Demon of Fate had been despised and hunted both by the six daemons and

Oblivion had been dead all along, then how could there have been six daemons participating in

shake off the feeling of certainty about who it was that had been buried in the heart

was the Demon

'What does it mean?!'

and closed his eyes for a moment. More importantly, what did it

the Estuary. Well, here he was, at its innermost sanctum. Even if there was a grave of a daemon

at the sigh of the peaceful grave. Then, he took a deep

he had any doubt that an unimaginable being was buried here, it disappeared as Sunny crossed the still expanse of dark water and approached the small island. The closer he got, the

emanated enough of it to crush a mundane person and

rustled under his feet, he walked to the sarcophagus and stopped in front of it, looking at the weathered surface of the stone lid. Then, following an impulse, he raised a hand and

remember them by. It was nestled between the roots of the ancient tree, as if they were

a deep breath, Sunny fell silent and listened to his intuition. What was he supposed

intuition... was telling him to look