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Chapter 1953: One Small Step for Shadow
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    UnendingEssence
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    I feel like as a final f#ck you to the shadow god he made sunny his inheritor instead of the shadow god i wonder what is weavers grand plan its probably something involving freeing everyone somehow from the prison? I forgot what is the term for reality for them
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      True name
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      I don't think that shadow and weaver are enemy's or something because we have already seen that the last part of weavers lineage is called shadow
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        Rightful heir of Death
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        i don’t think it’s necessary to assume wether they are enemies or not. we know that shadows are connected or are a doorway to the soul and life and since we know it weaver definitely does and wouldn’t neglect it so it’s unwise to assume they aren’t enemies because weaver didn’t neglect shadows
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    Bobmelon
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    Bet sunnys domain is gonna be death related 🙏🙏
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    Unholy_Titan
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    “Everything... will one day be mine... swallowed by me... find peace within me. This is the mercy of Shadow.”

    He's not just using the power of the Shadow God. He is, perhaps, becoming like him..

    It’s as if the Nightmare Spell is not just letting him wield a god’s power, but shaping him into a god.
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      Atlas
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      bro might be cooking hold up
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    Bastard Son of Fate
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    Imagine sunny some how inherits shadow god lineage again but this time it actually succeeds in becoming apart of him instead of becoming sacrificed to weaver/forgotten gods lineage
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      SacredBeast
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      Shadow weave
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    Gerhman_Sparrow23
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    and everything that died was swallowed by him, thus ending up in the Domain of Shadow... in the Shadow Realm

    So the dead from other divine realms would be there too? Right? Would they be able to transfer their wisdom and knowledge to Sunny? There should be no Corruption in the Shadow Realm since it is equivalent to Death and Death is a direct counter to Corruption as previously observed in Althea's island (Death was literally created to fight nothingness and Corruption)

    The silent shadows contained within the tranquil darkness of Sunny's soul were, indeed... quite peaceful.

    His eyes widened a little, and a seed of a thought appeared in his mind.


    He still has pure inheritance of Shadow God!!
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    kollosus_na
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    Crazy bastard actually did it…

    Gotta love the extensive lore building we’ve been getting
    !
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    notslayerrr
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    Shadow Slave's lore is by far the best lore ive seen in everything ive seen or read. I love it
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    MiroKun
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    Главы стали такими короткими( 4 как 1 раньше
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    ZEXOS
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    1995. Rude Welcome


    Sunny was in the heart of the Shadow Realm — a place where he was supposed to have an absolute advantage over his enemies. And yet, he had not sensed the smallest of movements up until the very last moment.

    It made sense, in hindsight.

    Who else could exist in this dark and deadly wasteland other than creatures similar to him?

    He only sensed the black arrow when it was already too late to dodge it. Sunny only managed to turn his torso a little, bracing for the impact. He had a faint hope that the Onyx Mantle would protect his body — it was a Transcendent armor, after all, its breastplate designed specifically in a way to deflect blows instead of enduring them directly.

    However, his hopes were futile.

    The arrowhead pierced his armor easily. It pierced his skin and muscles, as well, sliding between his ribs and biting his heart.

    If not for that slight last-moment turn, his heart would have been entirely destroyed. Now, it was merely damaged.

    A split second later, the arrowhead exited from his back and scraped against the inner surface of the Onyx Mantle. Having wasted its momentum, it failed to break through the stonelike armor again.

    Consumed by pain, Sunny was tossed back by the devastating force of the impact. He flew a dozen meters back, fell into the black dust, and rolled down the slope of the hill at terrible speed. The world spun, and he tasted iron on his tongue.

    'Ah...'

    The shock of the impact was fierce and violent. Being skewered by the arrow hurt like hell.

    Worse yet, Sunny had no idea where the enemy was... and who the enemy was. The initiative was entirely on the side of the unseen archer, and they were at least powerful enough to effortlessly break an exceedingly durable Transcendent armor.

    Things did not look good for him.

    Of course, there was plenty Sunny could do.

    Here in the Realm of Shadows, he was unreasonably powerful... in fact, he felt more powerful than ever before, as if the world itself was infusing him with dire strength.

    There was an ocean of shadows around him to manifest. There were his Shadows, as well — Saint, Fiend, Serpent. He could call upon them to protect him. There was Shadow Step, and his ability to move great distances in the blink of an eye.
    Even without the support of other incarnations and unable to augment himself, Sunny could try to give the deadly enemy hiding in the darkness a good battle. However, he did not.

    There was a much safer solution, after all.

    ...Standing in the basement of the Brilliant Emporium, Sunny looked at the open gate of the Shadow Lantern and summoned his incarnation back.

    A moment later, his avatar disappeared from the slope of the dark hill and crashed on the floor of the Marvelous Mimic, letting out a muffled groan, sliding a few meters, and colliding with an empty Memory display stand.

    Sunny watched the stand with a pained expression.

    Both because he was feeling the avatar's agony and because that damned display had cost him quite a lot back in Bastion.

    His first tentative foray into the Shadow Realm... seemed to be over, just like that.

    'Well. That's not the best homecoming I could have hoped for, I guess. Not the worst, though, either...'

    Walking over to the avatar, who was sprawled on the floor, Sunny looked down at himself with a dark expression.

    He considered the few short moments he had spent in the Shadow Realm carefully.

    It was... not what he had expected it to be.

    That dark land was nebulous and beautiful, but also somehow able to destroy souls. If not for how durable his own soul was, it might have been damaged far more severely... in fact, Sunny had a sinking feeling that without Soul Weave, the damage might have been irreparable.

    On top of that, he had gotten an arrow driven through his chest. His heart had almost been pierced clean through.

    In fact, the wound would have been fatal for most humans... even Saints. His avatar was only alive because of Blood Weave, which helped him ignore the damage dealt to his heart and keep the blood running through his veins.

    For now.

    The avatar stared back at him from below, his face pale and his lips red with blood.

    Sunny sighed.

    "What are you waiting for, fool? Hurry up and turn back into a shadow."

    That would not heal his wound, but it would at least prevent the wound from killing his body.

    The avatar gritted his teeth, lingered for a moment, and then said in a resentful tone:

    "Go to hell, you smug bastard!"

    Sunny smiled pleasantly.

    Berating himself was still fun.

    "We’re already in hell, though.”

    With that, he released control of his incarnation and allowed the avatar to become a shadow once again.

    Gloomy was a little damaged and seemed rattled by the whole experience, but at least it wasn't vomiting blood.

    Sunny sighed and looked at the ceiling.

    'I'll... need to ponder a bit before venturing into the Shadow Realm again.'

    He lowered his gaze and looked at the darkness hiding behind the open gate of the Shadow Lantern.

    His thoughts returned to what he had seen, sensed, and experienced on the other side. It was a little bit overwhelming. However...

    Sunny had a feeling that there was something in particular that he was missing at the moment.

    Something important.

    As a scowl appeared on his face, his shadow stirred on the floor.

    In the next moment, Sunny's eyes widened, and he reeled back.

    Almost at the same time, there was a quiet rustle, and another black arrow suddenly shot out of the gate of the Shadow Lantern, missing his head by a hair's breadth.

    It struck the ceiling above, tearing a hole in it and making the Marvelous Mimic shudder.

    'It... it can follow!'

    Stunned and terrified, Sunny fell on his back. He froze for a moment, dazed, and then hurriedly slammed the gate of the Shadow Lantern shut.

    A few moments passed in tense silence, but nothing else happened.

    The basement of the Brilliant Emporium was silent and peaceful.

    ...Sunny’s mind, however, was anything but.

    Staring at the Shadow Lantern with a pale face, he inhaled sharply, and then slowly breathed out.

    'What... what the hell have I almost brought back from that cursed place?’
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      ZEXOS
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      1956. Consider Death


      In the end, Sunny lost more than he gained from his first venture into the Shadow Realm.

      He had gained precious knowledge of what awaited him on the other side of the Gates of Shadow... as well as two black arrows, one smeared in his own blood. After retrieving the second arrow from the ceiling of the dining hall of the Brilliant Emporium, Sunny studied them both with a dark expression.

      The arrows were not enchanted in any way. In fact, they looked quite simple, almost makeshift — the shafts were made of dark wood, the arrowheads were cut from obsidian, and the fletching was made from crow feathers. Nevertheless, there was nothing mundane about them.

      Just by holding the two black arrows, Sunny could tell that he was holding something mystical. There was a quiet, deadly aura surrounding them, as if the arrows themselves had presence, akin to one a Saint would possess. Each was also much heavier than he would have expected, hinting that the materials used to craft them were not at all ordinary.

      Sunny did not know who had crafted these arrows and from what, but taking a closer look at them, he was not at all surprised that the Onyx Mantle had been pierced.

      He had created more than enough Memories to know mystical materials when he saw them. The materials used to fashion the two black arrows... were at least akin to something he would have harvested from a Great Nightmare Creature, but somehow even more daunting.

      Even the shadows cast by the arrows were a little threatening.

      There was something else about them, as well.

      Sunny's expression turned even darker when he sensed something familiar about the black arrows.

      If he wasn't wrong... they seemed to be imbued with the killing intent of the unknown shadow stalker, etched with their desire to see the prey die.

      The arrows carried their own will.

      "Well. I'm still alive, aren't I?"

      Better yet, he was now in possession of two supremely lethal arrows. Sunny had many uses for something so precious... who knew, perhaps he would be able to return the favor and sink them into the heart of that damned archer one day. Sadly, he had lost something far more precious in return.

      It was not the health of one of his avatars, either...

      Grimacing, Sunny glanced at the Shadow Lantern.

      It was his ability to use its [Gates of Shadow] enchantment.

      Of course, he was still able to send shadows inside or call them back. However, now that the unseen assailant had shown their startling ability to follow shadows back through the gate of the Shadow Lantern, Sunny was wary of opening it again.

      Who knew what would crawl out of the Shadow Realm the next time he did? By personally passing through the Gates of Shadow, Sunny seemed to have attracted the attention of at least one creature dwelling there. Now that the shadow archer knew his scent, it would not be impossible for them to wait patiently in the area where the Lantern led to.

      Sunny uttered a quiet curse and dismissed the Shadow Lantern.

      Now was not a good time to lose one of his most useful tools. The war was raging on, and the battle with the Sovereigns was drawing closer with each passing day.

      He would have to step into the Shadow Realm and slay the mysterious archer sooner rather than later.

      ...But not now.

      Now, Sunny had to collect his thoughts and pay attention to his other endeavors. First, his sorcery.

      He looked at the destroyed display stand, sighed, and called upon the shadows to clean up the debris.

      There was a lot to do, and no time to waste.

      As he headed for the warehouse hidden behind the Memory Boutique portion of the Brilliant Emporium's basement, though, Sunny lingered, staring into the distance with a complicated expression.

      He was still being tormented by curiosity, wishing to learn the secrets of the Shadow Realm. If anything, his thirst had only grown stronger after witnessing the unforgettable vista of the dark, silent land. But he could wait for a bit before trying to quench it...

      Nevertheless, he had to consider something.

      He had to consider death.

      The soul storm raging in the distance and the strange fact that his own soul had started disintegrating almost immediately after entering the Shadow Realm were obviously connected. In fact, Sunny had an idea of what the storm of soul essence was…

      If his shadow had been almost reduced to a whirlwind of essence, then other shadows would be, too. And since the shadows of all living beings that died were supposed to enter the Shadow Realm...

      He could safely assume that the soul storm was formed by countless shadows being transformed into essence by the dark expanse of the Shadow Realm. Countless living beings perished every day across the Dream Realm and the waking world. Just here in Godgrave, the constant cycle of the scarlet jungle extending its tendrils to the surface, giving birth to legions of creatures, and being reduced to ash by the incandescent abyss above would probably send an endless stream of shadows to the empty Realm of Shadow God.

      Where they would be slowly ground to dust, turning into swirling rivers of essence.

      Maybe that essence was then released back into the universe, giving birth to new life...

      If so, then Sunny might have just witnessed the inner mechanism of existence. He might have seen the genuine workings of death.

      What was death, really?

      Death... was a weapon created to fight against the Void and its Corruption.

      Death was a tool to bring an end to that which had been endless before.

      There was this peculiar detail that he had not really considered before. The souls of Nightmare Creatures were tainted by the vile corruption of the Void. And yet, once a Nightmare Creature was slain, the soul shards retrieved from its body bore no signs of Corruption. No Awakened had ever become corrupted as a result of absorbing soul shards.

      Which meant that death somehow cleansed the souls of the Nightmare Creatures from the dark taint of the Void, putting an end to it.

      But how could one end something that was supposed to be endless?

      Sunny lowered his head and rubbed his face tiredly.

      Was he thinking about useless things?

      Maybe he was…

      But then again, maybe he wasn’t.

      Destroying something might end it, but if a thing was indestructible... then transforming it into something new was a kind of end, as well.

      Shadow God had created death, but he had also become death. He swallowed everything that died, and gifted the dead the peace of an end.

      Was that peace... the process of being stripped of everything that made a being themselves, grinding their very soul into a river of essence, and releasing that essence back into the world to live anew?

      If so, it was a terrifying thought.

      But also... a little comforting.

      Most of all, it made Sunny think about his own soul, and the shadows that he himself carried within its dark depths.

      Was his soul... a weak, tiny seed of a new Shadow Realm?

      "Now that is really terrifying."

      Shivering, Sunny threw these thoughts out of his head and walked into the material storage of the Brilliant Emporium with determined steps.
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    Deathseeker
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    One chapter today, three tomorrow


    I am waiting for No chapter today and four tomorrow or vice versa pressure
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