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Chapter 1566: The Estuary

There was the sound of wind whistling in Sunny's ears. He was falling.

Flying through a sea of darkness, lost and disoriented, unsure of where he was.

'The… Estuary…'

The wind howled louder, and Sunny felt his body plummeting through it at terrible speed. Belatedly, he remembered the need to summon the Dark Wing and slow down his fall.

Or summon the shadows and turn himself into a monstrous butterfly.

Or even a crow…

But it was too late for what. Dazed, he caught a glimpse of an enormous black edifice swiftly approaching him from the darkness. It was like a rough, irregularly shaped, giant sphere of black stone that hovered in the void, eternal and indestructible. Strange mountains rose from its surface, hollow on the inside…

It looked like a giant stone heart. Perhaps it was. A moment later, Sunny saw Ananke's ketch collide against the surface of the sphere below him and shatter, fragments of wood flying to all sides. There was no time to slow down his fall.

Gritting his teeth, Sunny looked at the swiftly approaching surface of the back stone. The moment his body would have been broken against it, he activated Shadow Step and dove into the shadows, instead, submerging deep into their dark embrace. Hidden there, safe, he remained motionless for a while. 'I… made it?'

Sunny tried to calm down his feverish mind and moved up, returning to the surface. Emerging from the shadows, he stepped on the surface of the weathered stone and instantly fell, feeling gravity pulling him down. He was on a steep slope. Sunny slid down that slope, surrounded by the fragments of broken wood. Despite the sharp rocks tearing at his skin, he did not allow himself to cry out in pain. Instead, he gritted his teeth, wrapped the surrounding shadows around his hand, and turned it into the clawed hand of a shadowspawn. Twisting, Sunny struck the slope with his claws. They failed to penetrate the rugged black surface, sending sparks flying into the air — however, the friction alone slowed him down. Eventually, Sunny came to a halt at the very edge of an abyssal drop, his feet dangling above an empty black void. The pieces of Ananke's ketch spilled into that void, disappearing in the darkness. He remained laying for a few moments, catching his breath, then tried to access his surroundings. There was no light in the world. He was surrounded by darkness, with only the weathered surface of black stone separating him from the abyss. The sound of roaring water came from somewhere far, far below, turning into a barely audible whisper. It came from above him, too, and from all sides. The whispers assaulted his mind, making him dizzy. Sunny grimaced, then cautiously stood up, struggling to keep his balance on the steep slope. Finally, he looked around. 'So… this is the Estuary.'

The Estuary was supposed to be located in a place that existed before time, and therefore before the gods had been born. So… that place was supposed to be the Void. But either the Spell was unable to replicate the true Void, or unwilling to. Perhaps the Estuary was isolated from it, somehow. In any case, all Sunny could see was darkness and the surface of the vast sphere of black stone under his feet. His expression was somber. 'No time to waste.'

Leaning forward, he arduously climbed back up the slope, eventually reaching its middle point — that was where he had first fallen. Without stopping to rest, Sunny continued to climb. 'Cassie said… that I need to get to the very heart of the Estuary. This means that I probably need to somehow climb inside the sphere.'

Remembering the strange hollow mountains, which resembled torn aortae, he continued to ascend the slope.

Eventually, Sunny crested the top of what seemed like a tall hill, and looked down.

He froze, shaken by what he saw. His eyes widened, full of shock and fear.

'N—no… how can this be?'

In front of him, nestled between several immense outcroppings of black stone, was a vast valley. And on the floor of that valley, shrouded by darkness… lay the remains of countless broken ships. It was a vast ship graveyard. The harrowing thing about it, though, was that each of these ships looked familiar. They were all the Chain Breaker. There, in front of him, thousands of Chain Breaker lay on the black stone, broken and destroyed. Although each was destroyed in a unique manner, shattered by a terrible impact, most of them were exactly the same. Some were a little different, seemingly modified before turning into a forlorn wreck. The shape of their rams was slightly different. The tattered sails were painted in different colors. The trees growing around the central mast of these ships were dead and twisted, devoid of all life. Some of the trees, though, looked perfectly healthy and alluring, countless succulent fruits weighing their branches down.

Shuddering, Sunny decided to keep as far away from those wrecks as possible. There were countless broken ships in front of him — thousands of them. And it was just in that one valley. They weren't the wrecks of an entire fleet of similar vessels. Instead, they were the same vessel, destroyed countless times.

Suddenly covered in cold sweat, Sunny felt his sense of reality shaking. 'What… that does it mean?'

He shuddered, then began to descend into the valley. As he did, he noticed more wood fragments among the shattered ships. They were all the remains of Ananke's ketch, piled in tall hills. He just… he did not understand. 'How is this possible?'

As Sunny felt unsure of his sanity, a derisive laughter suddenly resounded from behind him.

Turning swiftly, he looked into the darkness with wide eyes.

But it was just the Sin of Solace. The sword wraith… looked more substantial, somehow. Walking out of the darkness, he looked at Sunny with contempt and smiled viciously:

"What? Did you think that you were the first one to make it this far? Did you think that this is the first time you betrayed your cohort and decided to seek freedom in the Estuary, instead?"

The apparition scoffed and looked at the ship graveyard, his dark eyes burning with strange glee. "Fool. There were countless versions of you that had come this far. Betrayal after betrayal, repeated endlessly in countless cycles... truly, your treachery knows no bounds."

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    Kiber
    + 90 -
    Боже я не могу, как же хочется прочитать следующие главы, но их нет АААААААААА forwhat
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    Cj.17
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    I feel like even weaver is fighting fate just like sunny to break free even tho he is the demon of fate. What if he knows that once the forgotten god wakes up they will cease to exist or be slaves or something. I mean they are physical manifestation of his aspects. Since he already knows the outcome, he is doing everything in his power to change the flow of fate.

    Why create the spell? Why push everyone to strive? Why remake the divine lineages? Weaver is the last hope of everything that came after the void beings.
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      Rei-absolute
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      Verdade o tecelão deveria está aterrorizado, até pq é dito q o reflexo do desconhecido ficou gravado em sua pupila
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    Roachmann
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    Could the sinister trick that weaver had up his sleeve in the description of his arm/bone weave been him setting free the forgotten by breaking the seal?
    or could it have been something else
    due to the fact that Weaver's arm was corrupted? Man, this is making my brain wake up
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      Xenko
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      I think weaver is actually trying to stop the forgotten god from breaking free

      Considering that nightmare spell immensely simplify the process of ascension and give rewards to awakened for slaying corrupted creatures with memories/echoes, probably weaver is playing his own game without siding with anyone particular
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    REN・DOVERঐ
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    I take back everything I said about this arc being too long and getting boring..... This is the biggest bombshell we've seen in a long, long time.

    G3, you sly devil, you.... oru2x
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      6pain
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      Man releasing bombs while on vacation
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    ErectileReptile
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    All these times the cycle repeated again and again; yet Sunny/ Mad Prince survived the Tomb of Ariel every single time… Great nightmare creatures, Verge, Wind Flower, Twilight, Time Storm and the Estuary. Lost from Light defied death thousands of times. The GOAT of cockroaches.

    Also the announcement at the start of third nightmare said there were over 13 million challengers… Sunny’s theory was that Daeron’s people were the remaining challengers but now this reveal suggests it may just be the cohort constantly restarting again and again…
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      SrgtLock
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      What a damn nightmare, if that’s really the case….gods help him.
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    Pro100zver25
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    1571: Seventh God.

    Sunny remained motionless for a while, trying to digest the earth-shaking revelation he had received in the Estuary.

    He felt as though he had stumbled on a great, almost unimaginable secret. Something that, perhaps, lay at the root of all the mysteries that had been plaguing him for so long.

    There were not six, but seven gods: Sun God, War God, Storm God, Beast God, Heart God, Shadow God… and Dream God, who had been forgotten.

    The daemons were children of this Forgotten God.

    Therefore… by rebelling against the gods, had they rebelled against their own kin? Just like the gods themselves had waged war against their kin, the ineffable beings of the Void.

    «No, wait…»

    The connection between the Forgotten God and everything that had happened, and continued to happen, was too deep to be a mere coincidence.

    The realms of the gods were destroyed, consumed one after another by the Dream Realm. Seeds of Nightmare bloomed in its depths, infecting the last remaining realm, the waking world, by a plague of Nightmare Creatures.

    And then there was the Nightmare Spell, created by Weaver — the firstborn of Dream God.

    Had the Forgotten God really been Dream God? Or had he been Nightmare God?

    Or… had he been Dream God once, but then became the god of nightmares?

    Why had he been erased from history? Why did the runes describing his title… and not even his real title, but simply referring to him as the Forgotten God... possess a repelling force to them? It was almost as if merely mentioning him was forbidden.

    On a level close to a universal law.

    «Wait…»

    If a mere mention of the Forgotten God was forbidden, was that why Weaver's lineage was described as forbidden, as well? Come to think of it, Sunny had never heard about any of the daemons having offspring. Had they been forbidden from propagating because of their connection to the erased deity?

    His head was spinning.

    «There's something to it… I am certain.»

    The Forgotten God, the Dream Realm, and the Nightmare Spell. There was an obvious connection between them, a throughline that neatly tied it all together. An answer to most of the questions that Sunny had asked himself countless times, but was never able to solve.

    The next set of runes shone in the distance, luring him to walk further.

    «Maybe that answer lies right ahead.»

    Taking a deep breath, Sunny walked across the surface of the hidden lake.

    Soon, he reached the source of light. However, to his surprise, it was not a string of runes… instead, it was an image. A familiar image, too.

    Surrounded by a field of terrifying darkness, a mass of golden flame was burning, illuminating the void with its radiance.

    It was the start of the myth of creation — the scene where desire was born in the everlasting void, bringing with it direction.

    «Why is this here?»

    Sunny frowned, then walked forward, soon reaching the next source of light.

    Again, a familiar image was in front of him… or rather, beneath him. This one, however, was a bit different from what he had seen in the drowned temple of Fallen Grace. On the mural of the drowned temple, there were six radiant figures surrounding the reduced mass of flames, with vague shapes of the Void Creatures hidden in the darkness.

    But here, in the waters of the dark lake… there were seven.

    And looking at the seventh figure made Sunny feel dizzy and nauseous. It seemed that not only mentioning the Forgotten God was forbidden, but depicting him, as well.

    Sunny walked further.

    The next several scenes painted in the water were largely the same. They depicted the seven gods fighting against the Void Beings, albeit in more artistic and mysterious manner.

    However… the final scene of the war was very different from how it had been drawn on the mural in the drowning temple.

    There, the Void Beings had been shown beaten and diminished, surrounded by the six proud and victorious gods.

    Here in the Estuary, though, the scene was entirely not the same. The Void Being were just as giant and terrifying as ever, and the seven gods were depicted in a desperate fight against them, both sides seemingly on the verge of being destroyed.

    The next scene was different, as well.

    In the temple, it showed the six gods confidently enveloping the Void, and the harrowing creatures dwelling in it, in a net made from the remnants of the golden flame. Here, though… the scene was largely the same, with one important distinction.

    One of the seven radiant figures was hopelessly caught among the terrifying shapes of the Void Creatures, unable to retreat. Nevertheless, the net of flames still enveloped the void, creating a cage around it.

    And sealing the radiant figure in that cage with the beings of the Void. Sunny shivered, a terrible understanding dawning on him.

    He walked to the next scene and saw it…

    Just before the net closed, forever sealing the Void, the radiant figure of the seventh god tore seven pieces of itself and sent them flying away. The radiant sparks — much brighter than the remnant sparks of the golden flame that would later become humans — escaped the cage just before it closed.

    The final image was very similar to the one depicted in the drowned temple. It showed the familiar picture of forests, plains, river, and a vast sky… the world as Sunny knew it.

    Humans were depicted in that image, as well, wandering the landscape as tiny dots.

    There were seven vague, but much more prominent figures among them, though, standing under the blue sky, confused and lost.

    The daemons.

    Sunny trembled.

    «This is not the myth of creation.»

    Indeed, the story drawn in the depths of the mystical lake was not the myth of creation.

    Instead… it was the story of how the daemons were born.

    Of how the gods sealed the Void, abandoning one of their own, and how that seventh god tore seven pieces of his soul to let a part of him escape the cage.

    Thus becoming the progenitor of the daemons… who were mysterious creatures that were rumored to have appeared from nowhere, possessing a power not quite equal, but similar to that of the gods.
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      Pro100zver25
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      1572: Testament of Dread.

      As it turned out… the daemons had not appeared out of nowhere, nor had they created themselves.

      Instead, they were born from the seven pieces of a god whose very existence had been erased from the world, concealed, and forbidden from being mentioned. The seventh god…

      The Forgotten God.

      Who had been Dream God, once.

      So, it was not that the origin of the daemons was unknown. It was just that their very existence was forbidden, and since no one was allowed to remember the Forgotten God, it seemed as if they had appeared from nowhere.

      Sunny shivered, and then looked ahead.

      There, the last cluster of light was burning under the surface of the dark lake.

      He walked forward, his legs numb.

      Soon, he reached the light and looked down, seeing runes once again. Taking slow steps, he studied them.

      The message left behind by Ariel, the Demon of Dread, read:

      [Here is the truth I leave behind that reveals the lie of the gods. The Forgotten One slumbers in the eternal Void — everchanging, dreaming of escape. The gods, who were flawless learned shame and were flawless no more. I am a child of their transgression and thus, their Flaw]

      Sunny trembled.

      «The gods… were flawless no more…»

      Suddenly, he remembered the last thing Noctis had said to him, in the depths of the Second Nightmare, just before Hope broke free of her chains. He remembered the weight of the four words the whimsical sorcerer had whispered:

      «Never trust the gods.»

      The gods… were liars, indeed.

      They left one of their own in the cage they had built to imprison the Void, and, full of shame, erased his existence from the world.

      Was that how the universal law of imperfection had been born? Or maybe it had gone the other way around, and it was precisely the creation of the law of imperfection that had given the gods the final push they needed to seal the Void.

      Thus making the Forgotten God their Flaw.

      And, therefore, making the daemons, who had been born from his soul, living incarnations of that Flaw.

      Was that what Hope had meant when she spoke to him?

      Hope, who had been imprisoned by Sun God, her kingdom destroyed, after mortals started worshiping her.

      «Wait… no…»

      Was shame really what had made the gods forbid the knowledge of the Forgotten God from spreading?

      Or was there something deeper hiding behind that colossal lie?

      «The law of imperfection…»

      Everything in the world created by the gods was imperfect, including the gods themselves. Therefore… the seal they had placed on the Void had to be imperfect, as well.

      Which meant that it could be broken.

      That, in a sense, was their Flaw, too.

      And therefore, the Forgotten God, who had been sealed in the void for so long, slumbering, could one day break free.

      What would happen if he did?

      Suddenly, something clicked in Sunny's head.

      «No… not what would happen.»

      He paled, an expression of utter terror appearing on his face.

      «What has happened.»

      There were seven gods, not six.

      And therefore, there had to be seven divine realms, not six, like Wind Flower had told him.

      The waking world was the sixth, most likely belonging to War God… While the Dream Realm was the seventh, belonging to the Forgotten God.

      The Dream Realm, which was devouring all the rest and spreading Corruption to all of existence through the blooming Seeds of Nightmare.

      Corruption was the result of the Void influencing that which had been created by the gods…

      What would happen if one of the gods was exposed to the Void for eons, then?

      Could there be a corrupted god? The God of Corruption? Sunny trembled once again.

      That god… had already broken free of his seal.

      But, perhaps, he was still asleep. And all of existence was in the throes of his nightmare.

      «The Forgotten God… has succumbed to Corruption.»

      And the day he was released would have brought doom to the world created by the gods. So, they had to have done everything in their power to prevent him from growing stronger, restless, and awakening from his slumber.

      They had erased all mentions of his existence from the world. They had forbidden the daemons from siring offspring, thus preventing the propagation the lineage of the Forgotten God.

      And they had destroyed Hope's kingdom when people started worshiping her… and, through her, the god from whom she was created.

      Which was a really cruel punishment, considering that daemons had not even been aware of their origin at the time. After all, the description of the Mantle of the Underworld stated it clearly about Nether…

      […He wasn't the first to lead his army against the gods. However, he was the first to shed their blood, as well as learn the secrets of his own.]

      Nether had been the first to reveal the lie of the gods and learn the truth of his origin.

      Sunny gritted his teeth, feeling sick.

      «Damnation… damnation…»

      Finally, the history of the Dream Realm was revealed in front of him. Except for the very end of it.

      What had happened during the Doom War?

      How had the gods and the daemons perished?

      How had the seal of the Void been broken?

      And if it had been broken, why wasn't all of existence already consumed by it?

      Why was the Forgotten God still sleeping, instead of awakening to devour everything?

      Most importantly of all…

      What was the true purpose of the Nightmare Spell, and what was Weaver's real goal?

      Remembering the scheming daemon, Sunny suddenly shuddered.

      «Wait... wait a minute…»

      The daemons had been forbidden from propagating, and yet the Demon of Fate still secretly created a lineage. The forbidden lineage… which Sunny had inherited.

      Since the blood of Weaver was flowing through his veins…

      Did it mean that he had actually inherited the lineage of the Forgotten God?

      «What the hell does that mean?!»

      Sunny raised his hands and clutched at his hair.

      He was a bit overwhelmed.

      After finally solving countless mysteries about the past of the world, despite that very knowledge having been forbidden from being learned by a divine law... he was left with one final set of questions.

      But these questions were perhaps the most important, because they directly influenced the present — and, therefore, the future.

      His future, as well as that of everyone he knew.

      «Argh!»

      Sunny would have loved to spend an eternity contemplating the many harrowing revelations he had received. But he wasn't sure that he could endure it, at the moment.

      Most importantly… he didn't have time

      His freedom was here, somewhere, in the Estuary of the Great River. Hidden at the very heart of it…

      Where the most burdensome truth Ariel wanted to be free of should have been buried.

      Sunny had to reach it before Nephis burned the First Seeker to ash.

      Therefore, gritting his teeth, he tried to calm his frenzied mind and hurriedly walked forward.

      «Lying gods, forgotten gods, corrupted gods… I'll deal with all of this later!»

      The Forgotten God dreamed of being free…

      Well, Sunny dreamed of being free, as well!

      And his wish was almost within his grasp.

      So, he was going to make sure that he didn't fail to grasp it, at all costs.
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        BlankDjinn
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        Thank you!!! As always I’m ever grateful :)

        These chapters were awesome!!! I love the reveal I love the conflict and I want to know more the lore dump is amazing!!!
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        cloudlight
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        The forgotten god, sealed and trapped in the void, sounds like he's... lost from light
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          Dudeyouneedtochill
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          Hoooly shiiiiieet
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          Emperor me
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          Sunny and the forgotten god have something in common.... They want their freedom back ehh
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            Dummybaron
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            The only difference, the Forgoten God can wait right now
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        King greed5764577557
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        good plot twist swim
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