Shadow Slave

There was a single question at the root of the problem... why had the Thieving Bird stolen his fate? Sure, the loathsome thing seemed to be obsessed with everything that concerned Weaver. But Sunny did not think that it was the only reason.

After pondering the question for a while, he had developed a certain suspicion. He had lost the connection to the Nightmare Spell after becoming fateless, which meant that carrying the Nightmare Spell had something to do with one's fate. Perhaps fate was the medium through which the infection spread.

In any case, the creature which now possessed his fate... would therefore possess his connection to the Nightmare Spell, as well.

So why would the Thieving Bird want something like that?

To answer that question, one had to realize that the creature that Sunny had met in the Nightmare was not the real Thieving Bird. The real Thieving Bird was long dead. Instead, the odious thing he had run into at the Estuary was a replica of the vile Terror created by the Spell.

And a replica could only exist in the illusory realm of the Nightmare.

A carrier of the Spell, however... a carrier of the Spell would be expelled back into the real world once the Nightmare was over. They would have a way to go back.

So, Sunny had come to belleve that the real reason why the Thieving Bird wanted his fate was to become a carrier of the Nightmare Spell, and slip through the cracks of the illusory realm, finding a backdoor to reality.

If so, that would be the greatest prison break in history... quite a suitable feat for the greatest and most vile thief to have ever lived.

Very few creatures could find a way back into existence after having been destroyed for thousands of years, and in such an original way.

Therefore... the creature that had stolen his fate, and was now in possession of it, was not gone. It had not been erased forever by the collapse of the Nightmare. It was somewhere out there, in the real world, liberated from its illusory prison and free to roam the world, stealing anything that had caught its fancy.

Which meant that it could be hunted down and killed. And that he could get his fate back from it, somehow.

Sunny was nowhere near powerful enough to risk facing a Cursed Terror, let alone a Cursed Terror that neither gods nor daemons had been able to deal with.., even the Void Beings were said to have loathed the Vile Thieving Bird, which meant that they had suffered from its mischief as well.

The damned bird was a real menace…

More importantly, though, he didn't know if he even wanted to get his fate back. Despite everything, he wasn't sure.

Because there were strings attached to regaining his fate... both literally and figuratively. Some days, Sunny woke up and wanted nothing more than to be remembered. Some days, he woke up and felt that he would never give up his freedom, which he had paid for so dearly.

But Cassie deserved to know that there was a possibility, at least.

He sighed.

"There is a way. However..."

Sunny's voice turned heavy.

price to pay if one wishes to become fated. And I... am not sure

tree stood, its leaves rustling

tended to by Shakti. It was doing much better, in fact, than it had in the outskirts, even though there

- Sunny with his own eyes, and Cassie as

while, she

you plant this tree in vour

thinking about another tree, perhaps, one that he had burned

Lord of Shadows would keep a tree like the

looked at the base of the tree's trunk. There, three lines

"...It's a memorial tree."

turned to him

He smiled.

into it, as a grave for my parents. Later, I added a third... as a grave for myself. This is my Citadel, and this is my grave. I think it's quite

for a moment

you about

Cassie seemed distracted for

to the

known that about him, as

them into two chairs and a table. Soon, another avatar of his arrived, carrying a tray with

controlling him directly. That was why there was a subtle, but unmistakably lecherous smile on the bastard's face. He stared at the

extra gallant when pouring

little, and then

used to that ability of

Sunny smiled.

not used to it, either. Well, and sometimes, I feel like I am actually too used to it. It's a strange

sighed and dismissed the

normalcy seems more and more distant the further on the Path of Ascension we walk. As Saints, we are already far removed from what a

sick and

the same time. He knew that it had changed him. His three personas were quite different from each other despite being controlled by one mind... it was as much of an adaptation to differing circumstances as a defensive mechanism. lіght\nоvel\world~c`о/m. Otherwise, the lines would become blurred, and he might one day

so desperately, feeling a strange reluctance to let go of

Sunny leaned back.

being must be even further from being

while, staring at his tea with a bleak expression. Then, he