Shadow Slave

'Gods... oh gods...'

The pain... was exquisite. It was inconceivable.

It was the kind of pain that could kill a person, or at least make the pass out in an instant. Sadly, the latter did not happen, because the pain was not physical.

Instead, its source was Sunny's soul, which was being altered and transformed.

Not in a way it had been changed every time a new core was formed, but rather in a way his blood and bones had been altered in the past.

"Aaargh!"

Sunny hit the lid of the sarcophagus with enough force to split his skin and fell to the ground, the carpet of leaves softening his fall.

'Wh—what... what the hell?! How... is... this possible?!'

He knew what was happening to him. However, he had no idea why it was happening, and how eating the golden fruit from the tree growing above the grave of Oblivion had caused it.

In any case, Sunny had no choice but to endure.

He wasn't shy about screaming and howling in pain, though, especially because there was no one here to witness his sorry state.

"D—damn it! Damn it! D...damn it all!"

After an eternity — this time, quite a literal one, considering that time did not exist in the Estuary — Sunny found himself laying on the ground, staring blindly at the beautiful crown of the mystical tree. His body felt weak, and his face was wet with tears.

'...Curses.'

That one was definitely going into the collection of the most horrendous agonies he had experienced. What place? Probably not the first, which was still held by activating the [Where is my eye?] enchantment of Weaver's Mask. But it was a confident second.

Sunny groaned, and then shakily rose to his feet. Then, he took inventory of his soul.

It felt... different, somehow. And much, much more potent. Already knowing what he would see, Sunny summoned the runes.

'It can't be... can it?'

But it could.

There, in the shimmering field of runes, a new string appeared in the list of his Attributes.

Pale as a ghost, Sunny read:

Attributes: [Fated], [Flame of Divinity], [Master of Shadows], [Blood Weave], [Bone Weave], [Marble Shell]...

And at the very end, a new one:

[...Soul Weave.]

in

'How the hell...'

string,

lineage. Your soul has been altered and

grew from the ground where the demon's tears fell, and from it

runes for a while, then dismissed them and concentrated on his

It felt... reinforced, somehow.

faster. The soul itself seemed more robust and durable, capable of withstanding a terrible amount of damage and maintaining its integrity even if large swathes of it

look very different, at the surface, apart from the fact that the dark flames burning within

of his cores... was he seeing things, or had he

Sea, both

part of Weaver's lineage. Soul Weave. That's

indeed, a remarkable

what the hell was it doing

find Oblivion's grave. But why was a fragment of Weaver's lineage left there? If anything, it

was as though Weaver lost a part of his... her?... soul at the grave of Oblivion,

the two of them

have something to do with the strange incongruity in the number of daemons that

Sunny did not know.

it... was highly

it wasn't even the most

it's great that my soul has grown

freedom? How was Soul Weave supposed to break the shackles

pursed his lips, unsure of what exactly

distracted him from these

Looking down, he stared at the Guiding Light, which had rolled away from him when he fell down, and was now laying to the side of the

top of the sacred staff was still shining. However,

it was pointing into the darkness

felt as though a ripple spread through the world. His surroundings suddenly felt less

His eyes widened.

it's starting

far away, Nephis must have delivered a fatal blow to

not concentrate on that thought for too long.

towering shape that filled him

I not

in the darkness of the vast cavern, hidden completely from his sight, his nose, and even his shadow sense, despite being the size of

he had ever

'A... a Cursed Terror...'

Sunny took an involuntary step

a pair of round, utterly insane eyes pierced