Shadow Slave

Chapter 1801 A New Home Sunny crossed the threshold and entered the great hall of the ancient temple.

It was just as he remembered it.

The vast hall was desolate and empty. Its roof had partially collapsed, letting in the elements. There were piles of rubble on the floor, covered with snow and ice. Cascades of moonlight were falling through the holes in the roof, suffusing the dark hall with a beautiful and otherworldly splendor... deep shadows surrounded the silver light, not daring to touch it.

Everything was silent.

Sunny took a deep breath.

He had almost expected to find the bones of the Mountain King on the floor, where it had been torn apart by shadow, but there were none. The desolate hall was empty.

Enveloping the temple with shadow sense to make sure that there was no danger, Sunny took a step forward. Ice shattered with a brittle sound under the onyx soles of his armored boots, and the ancient shadows stirred, reaching out to him in reverent glee.

Surrounded by them, as if wearing a cloak of darkness, he walked toward the altar.

It used to be a single slab of black marble, long and wide enough for a human to lay on it comfortably...

Or maybe not so comfortably, if it had been a sacrificial altar.

Was it?

It didn't matter now, anyway, because the altar was broken.

The great slab of black stone had shattered, and was laying on the floor in several pieces. That was the only thing in the temple that had changed.

Sunny studied the broken altar for a while, his face slowly growing paler.

There were too many mysteries surrounding this

place. He concentrated, trying to remember

everything he knew about the First Nightmare, the

dead gods, and the secrets of the fallen pantheon.

And then, his eyes widened.

the pieces of information gathered in his memory, one suddenly stood out. A memory that Sunny had never considered

the evaluation the Spell had given him after the First Nightmare. Not the important part that had to do with the appraisal, but rather

the broken

the Black Mountain. Both heroes and monsters fell by his hand. Unbroken, he entered the ruined temple of a long-forgotten god and spilled his

temple of a

He inhaled deeply.

the outskirts. He knew very little about the world, let alone about its

was, and so, he had not paid attention to these words. The Spell had never uttered them after that, and neither used nor translated the runes

‘...Of course.’

around the ruined

been made

the world. It was consecrated to worship Dream God, as well...

Forgotten God was forbidden. Just like

some who had disregarded the will of the gods and put their faith in

of the

great hall with

himself forgotten by the world, so it wasn't hard to feel a

and looked one

shadows nestling deep below him, so Sunny knew that the temple extended underground. He had never got the chance to explore it during the

would leave this place and continue toward Godgrave soon.

Before that, however...

Sunny froze.

was because he had something familiar

No way.

black marble gave off a subtle,

Sunny stared silently.

...It was a Gateway.

altar closer, there was no doubt. It felt exactly like the

been made into a Gateway...

nameless temple was now

he wanted

'How fitting.'

that. Most Saints, however, were usually in control of a Citadel, ruling

the Sanctuary of Noctis and had been exiled to Antarctica with her entire clan. Fortunately, White Feather was doing much better