Shadow Slave

The second passage he was keenly interested in was much less poetle, but tantalized Sunny much more. That was because it mentioned the other daemons… most of all, the nebulous Demon of Fate.

The runes read:

[Gods created all living creatures, but not all creatures they created carry a divine lineage. Only those born of the gods do, and those born of their descendants. Why have the gods forbidden us seven to sire offspring? Why are we destined for loneliness?]

[Is it because we are of the Forgotten One, who slumbers in the Void?]

[Where is the Void, and where is its Gate? How did Weaver enter it, and what did Weaver see?]

[Why did Weaver decide to break the will of the gods and create a lineage?]

[Blood, bone, flesh. Soul, spirit, mind. And shadow.]

[The gods shall discover the transgression, but they cannot.]

[That is because, having created a lineage, Weaver does not possess a lineage. It has been lost and will be lost, therefore having never been in Weaver's possession. One cannot be punished for something that has never been.]

[A piece is lost to fantasy, a piece is lost to fear. A piece is lost to respite, a piece is lost to darkness. A piece is lost to sorrow, a piece is lost to rot. And finally, a piece is stolen by a thief.]

[Weaver's defiance is elusive, just like Weaver is. But mine will be different.]

Sunny stared at the runes for a while, his eyes burning with wanderlust.

Nether seemed to have been considering the difference between him, the youngest sibling, and Weaver — the oldest. Both had decided to defy the gods, but in a different way.

«Gods created all living creatures, but only those born of them carry a divine lineage…»

It seemed that Weaver had pursued the latter, while Nether had pursued the former.

But more importantly…

«Weaver's lineage.»

Finally, he knew the remaining parts of the Weave. He had already found Blood Weave, Bone Weave, and Soul Weave. Flesh, Mind, Spirit, and Shadow Weaves remained.

«Shadow Weave!»

Would absorbing it make up for Shadow God's lineage that Blood Weave had so unceremoniously devoured?

And if he managed to collect all seven, would the broken lineage of Weaver restore itself to an unblemished state, granting him its full power?

Sunny finally understood why the Weave had been shattered into many fragments, to begin with. it was because Weaver had hidden its existence from the gods by scattering it across the tapestry of fate.

to sorrow was Soul Weave, which Sunny had found near Oblivion's grave. The fragment destined to be lost to rot

by a thief was Blood Weave, which the Nightmare Spell had granted him for slaying the Spawn of the

lost an arm. Therefore, the Demon of Fate had foreseen these events in advance… or maybe even reached into

to avoid

the other four fragments ended up? Sunny looked back at

piece is lost to fantasy, a piece is lost to fear A piece is lost to respite, a piece

gazed at the map where the strongholds of the daemons were

darkness. Imagination, Dread, Repose,

located somewhere in Bastion, Ravenheart, Stormsea, and the

was suddenly overcome by the desire to

that desire quickly

to Bastion, Ravenheart, and the great citadel of the House of Night that drifted on the waves of Stormsea meant

had just escaped it. Why would he

suicidal one. Sunny was not ready to venture into the depths of the Hollow Mountains. His strength might have increased

would be nearly powerless there. Blind, weakened, and

could imagine himself braving a Death Zone, but not

«Forget it, then.»

turned away from the passage

In the

interested him, coincidentally, had to

was

The runes read:

the

nothing to envelop the void, and placed the cage

cage is thin, nothing slips through its seams. The

It is like mist.

However…

can exist

contain the Void, and nobody exists within

am wary of nobody, and

thought that he had messed up the translation at first. But after going over it one more time, he confirmed that the translation

having

reread the runes several more times,

not someone who

the passage must have had meaning. But what was the

days, until a tenuous idea surfaced in

nothing… was

of everything, but the

that made

be involved in. These beings operated with ideas and

layer of nothingness, which the Void Beings could not cross, because nothing could stop them. And bringing down