Shadow Slave

Sunny was paralyzed for a few moments.

He tried to summon the runes several more times, but there was no result. The Spell did not respond to him, as though he was not one of its carriers at all. A part of him that had long become integral was simply gone.

The shock Sunny experienced at that moment was hard to describe.

After a while, he tried to calm his wildly beating heart and think things through.

'Calm down. Calm down. This is not the first time something like that happened…'

He had been cut off from the Spell once before, in the Red Colosseum. Back then, it was the result of Solvane's zealots using Hope's own sorcery to prevent the sacrificial slaves from escaping.

But there was no enchanted collar around his neck right now. And he was in the waking world, not inside an ancient theater built by a daemon.

More than that… the absence of the Spell felt much more profound this time, somehow.

In fact, as he concentrated on himself, he realized that he felt rather strange. Something else felt absent from the world..

The world was subtly unfamiliar.

Trying not to panic, Sunny slowly assessed his abilities.

His shadow sense was still with him. So were the other facets inherent to his Aspect. His Abilities, his Attributes — those of them the existence of which he could prove without the runes, at least — and his Aspect Legacy did not disappear.

His Flaw was also present. He had learned that by trying to tell a lie aloud, despite the fact that it hurt like hell.

His six shadows were observing his actions with varying reactions, all present. Saint, Fiend, and Nightmare could also be summoned.

However, he could not summon the runes. Neither could he dive into his Soul Sea to take a look at his Memories.

And the Memories…

Most of them were gone.

After trying to summon every Memory in his soul arsenal, Sunny realized that only a few of them remained.

Bell, Puppeteer's Shroud, Extraordinary Rock, Endless Spring, Weaver's Mask, Covetous

Memory of Ice, Strike of Thunder, Morgan's Warbow, Bone Singer, Dying Wish, Bitter

chill running down

clothes, but it was still uncomfortable not to wear anything underneath

which some of his Memories remained while others

he could still summon were those that had been either personally created or modified by him,

gone, which

'M—my… my Memories!'

Sunny almost spat blood.

pain of losing most of his soul arsenal... the precious Memories he

felt as if he had received a terrible

come to terms with the unforgiving reality, he leaned on the cracked alloy wall and stared into

Sunny had to

banished from the

damned bird had done something to him, resulting in

free from the

also meant that every tool and assistance it provided to the Awakened would not be accessible to him anymore. No more receiving Memories and Echoes from the slain enemies. No more runes that conveniently described and categorized the world. No more guidance and support in the perilous undertaking

more Nightmares… and no more

too vast to comprehend. His life, for better or worse, would be entirely different from now on. Sunny was sure that he would be discovering the consequences of not being a carrier of the Nightmare Spell for a

the hell did the future me reach further than

speaking about not being infected by the Spell

runes, Sunny did not even know what his Transformation Ability

think about it, now that he was a Saint, there were more new things he was supposed to be able to do. Awakened traveled to the Dream Realm when they

They were supposed to come and go between the two worlds as they pleased, and could even bring other living beings with them —

Awakened learn their innate abilities by making them instinctual. Controlling essence, using Memories, placing tethers

not have such

still be able to sense how to

if his Transcendent Form was truly giant? Would he break through the debris, or cause a collapse

work if there was not

curious

at his six shadows

you think? Should