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And that was without even counting the unknown number of cycles the seven of them had lived through before arriving at this one… hopefully, the last. 

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

"But why are you asking? And why… are you here again?"

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

The rift dwarfed the entire battlefield, stretching for hundreds and hundreds of meters into the shattered sky. The abandoned outpost, and the black fissure of the Nightmare Gate that led to the vicinity of the Black Skull, looked tiny and insignificant in front of it. 

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

Sunny was sitting on the battlement of the defensive wall, looking at the apocalyptic sight of a giant horde of Nightmare Creatures advancing on the city. There were so many of them that it seemed as though the ground itself was moving, flowing forward as it seethed and churned.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

Now that Sunny knew that a First Nightmare was born of a tiny Seed, as well, he couldn't help but feel that it could only be planted into fertile soil. Wouldn't a soul that was full of fear and despair be more fertile, while one illuminated by hope less so?

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

As it turned out, shadow essence did not react to Luster's presence at all… which was a big disappointment, considering that Sunny had stripped himself of Serpent's support in order to protect Rain.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

Give the glass knife to the War Maiden in the Temple of the Chalice — that was what the immortal Shadow had told the original owner of the four-armed demon's body. And that was the secret Noctis wanted to learn from Sunny, while Sunny wanted to find his friends. So many coincidences...

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

Noctis gave him a funny look, then cleared his throat and pointed to a chair that had a black kimono hanging on its backrest. The garment was made out of silk, intricately stitched, and fit his towering figure perfectly. It even had four sleeves instead of two, revealing that someone must have sewn the thing specifically for him.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

'Hurts… crap, dying really, really hurts!'

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

"Your arrogance is so tiresome, Tyris. Warn me? What gives you the courage to warn… me? You say that I have forgotten, but it is you who doesn't seem to remember. Who I am. What I am. And what I am capable of…"

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

From the look of it, they were… however, the monster did not react to having his heart destroyed as a human would. Instead of dying, he simply grabbed the blade of the Shadow Serpent and took a step forward, skewering himself deeper onto it, in an attempt to reach Sunny with the other hand.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

Teacher Julius had described daemons as terrible beings that inspired fear because of their unknown origins and strange powers. What happened after one of them had accomplished something that was supposed to be in the purview of only the gods? Saint's description, back when she was an Echo, said that she and her kin were designed to bring peace, but were born into an endless war instead...

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

Even spelltech automatons could not boast of that level of ingenuity and intricacy.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

The arm was much longer than it should have been, and the hand had seven fingers that ended with sharp claws. The rot seemed to be spreading from a terrible torn wound on the forearm, to the charred and emaciated flesh, and then outward, to everything else around it.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

Even those who did not have any interest in the Awakened duels found it striking, though. The image of an infernal wraith clad in black onyx armor defeating a charming, noble human warrior with one swift and ruthless strike was, indeed, very cinematic… just how Leo had predicted. Even if, to his dismay, the roles had ended up being switched.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

Held in Seishan's graceful hand was the sixth Shard Memory. One that belonged to the walking colossus, the statue of the Builder who had created the walls of the Dark City.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

And then, with the same calm indifference, the colossus brought his burning hammer down and delivered a devastating blow to the abhorrent skull. The beak of the hammer easily shattered the ancient bone and sank deep into the flesh of the horror hiding within.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

He was gnawing on himself to prevent himself from being eaten. What a funny contradiction.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

For some reason, Sunny felt that it was the latter option. He had received the drop of ichor from a being called Weaver, and then became able to see the strings that were weaved through the Memories, giving them their unique qualities. It wasn't hard to see the connection.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

The answer was so clear. He just had to climb the Soul Tree and find an especially juicy fruit for her to eat...

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree