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?

description of the Mirror of Truth. Weaver's strange

nor have I ever seen it. How would I know to admire

the

it feel... that although Ariel had forgotten

the Demon of Fate really happened to visit the Nightmare Desert and stumble

was not

who was buried here, at the heart of Ariel's Tomb? Forlorn, and

rested under the branches of the beautiful tree, Sunny inhaled

answer... is

was where the Demon of Oblivion had been buried

it sad, even for her

no... no, that doesn't make

the heavens, while the seventh —Weaver — refused. Because of that, the

Oblivion had been dead all along, then how could there have been six daemons participating in the war and pursuing Weaver? Something... fundamentally did not

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

was the Demon of

'What does it mean?!'

eyes for a moment.

freedom from fate if he reached the very heart of the Estuary. Well, here he was, at its innermost sanctum. Even if there was

a while, feeling a sense of solemn awe at the sigh of the

here, it disappeared as Sunny crossed the still expanse of dark water and approached the small island. The closer he got, the more sacred the silent cavern seemed, and the more

the stone sarcophagus emanated enough of it to crush a mundane person and make their soul collapse. Sunny, meanwhile, was able to reach the island and step onto its soil, albeit

it, looking at the weathered surface of the stone lid. Then, following an impulse, he raised a hand and cleaned it

runes on the sarcophagus, no carvings. Nothing to indicate who was buried inside, as no mark left to remember them by. It was nestled

fell silent and listened to his intuition. What was he supposed to

telling him