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Chapter 1750: Nothing But Time.

The Ebony Tower was just like the last time Sunny had seen it — floating ominously in a boundless black void, with a sea of fire burning above it relentlessly.

The Fire Keepers had established an outpost here, but after the Chain Breaker gained the ability to brave the Crushing, they only maintained a token presence in the Sky Below. Now that Neph's followers had left to challenge the Nightmares, there was not a soul around.

He stepped out of the black arch on the highest level of the obsidian pagoda and remained there for a while, staring into the distance. Somewhere far away, in a different world, one of his shadows was following Rain… Sunny had to think of a way to approach her openly, but his current mental state was too volatile to try.

I'll think of something later.»

Nothing moved in the Sky Below. Nothing disturbed the cold silence. Rid of the suffocating pressure of human company, he felt… comfortable, for the first time in a while. Or at least numb.

There was consolation in solitude.

Sunny exhaled slowly, then allowed the Onyx Mantle to retreat back under his skin. With his military bodysuit in tatters, he was left practically naked — after hesitating for a bit, Sunny allowed the wild shadows to envelop his lithe body, and manifested them into a semblance of soft fabric.

Summoning the Endless Spring, he satiated his thirst and left the sixth level of the Ebony Tower.

The fifth level consisted of one large chamber. It was shrouded in darkness, with countless runes covering the obsidian walls. These runes were the reason why Sunny had chosen to come to this place.

He stared at them emotionlessly.

«I knew it.»

Before, Sunny had been unable to read the forbidden runes. In fact, simply beholding them had almost killed him… but things were different now. Not only had he grown vastly more powerful since his day as an Awakened, but he had also received the revelations of madness from the Sin of Solace.

Thanks to that, he glimpsed the secrets that Ariel had left behind, and was seemingly inoculated against the power of the forbidden runes by the knowledge of the Forgotten God.

And so… Sunny did not feel repelled by the runes carved into the walls of the Ebony Tower anymore. All he felt was a slight sense of discomfort.

Of course, he still had to be careful when studying them — the knowledge of the Void that a daemon was capable of enduring could very well plant seeds of Corruption into his Transcendent Soul, and there was not telling if any of it was mixed between the passages concerning the Forgotten God.

There was also a bit of a problem…

Nether had not used the runic alphabet Sunny was most familiar with while leaving the notes on the wall, and since the Spell never translated the forbidden runes, he could not do it himself from memory. After years of wandering the Dream Realm and exploring ancient ruins, he could somewhat decipher the meaning, but a proper translation would take a lot of time.

Which was fine.

Sunny had nothing but time, these days.

He did not get to work immediately, though. What was the rush?

Instead, Sunny left the fifth level behind and descended lower. He passed the solemn shrine on the fourth floor, the workshops on the third floor, the divine flame reservoir on the second floor where Weaver's arm had once been left to burn, devoured by the harrowing rot — and finally reached the first level of the Ebony Tower.

That was where the Fire Keepers had established their living quarters.

The central chamber had been shrouded in darkness once, but now, it was brightly lit by a multitude of enchanted lanterns. Sunny counted them calmly and smiled.

Each of the lanterns was a Memory belonging to one of the Fire Keepers. They had been left behind here for a reason. For as long as the master of the lantern was alive, their lantern would continue to glow. If they perished, the lantern would dissipate into a rain of sparks, destroyed with the rest of their Memories.

There was a similar chamber in the Ivory Tower, which could tell if any of them had died.

From the look of it, the Fire Keepers were doing well in the Second Nightmares. The number of lanterns had not dwindled at all… at least not yet.

Looking away, Sunny walked over to one of the cots and fell on it heavily. As soon as his head hit the pillow, his eyes closed on their own.

He was tired…

It was time to sleep.

Tomorrow, his new life as an aimless wanderer would begin.

Sunny woke up feeling refreshed.

It was still strange to him, to sleep while one of his incarnations stayed awake. In such moments, his consciousness seemed to split, one part of it functioning normally, the other drifting in the comforting embrace of slumber. He even dreamed sometimes, while simultaneously observing his dreams from the side.

In any case, his mental fatigue lessened no matter which incarnation slept, as long as one of them did.

Rising from the cot, Sunny looked around groggily.

There was nothing pressing he had to do, so he was not in a hurry. He summoned the Covetous Coffer, took out some supplies, and seasoned some monster meat. While it was roasting, Sunny brewed himself a pot of coffee.

Then, he took the pot and the plate of meat outside and ate breakfast while dangling his feet above the bottomless abyss of the Sky Below.

The sea of divine flames above made for a spectacular sky. He enjoyed the views for a while, sipping coffee and not thinking about anything in particular. Eventually, though, Sunny grew bored, and finally returned to the fifth level of the Ebony Tower.

He looked at the runes for a while, eventually stopping near a familiar section of Nether's writings.

Out there on the obsidian wall, a strange map had been carved into the stone.

The Ivory Tower, the Tomb of Ariel, Ravenheart, Bastion, the great vessel that served as the Citadel for the House of Night, the Underworld… and Weaver's Mask placed above the other six landmarks, with a question mark next to it.

The other six strongholds were only marked by a single rune each.

Desire, Oblivion, Dread, Imagination, Repose, Destiny… and “Fate?”

Sunny studied the map with amusement.

It had seemed a bit strange before — after all, there were no borders, no terrain, no measure of distance between the strongholds. They all seemed strangely disconnected, as if there was no map at all.

Now, of course, Sunny knew the daemons had built their citadels in different realms, and so, it could as well have been a realm map. It was only after the Dream Realm had assimilated all mortal realms and five of the six divine realms that the daemonic strongholds ended up connected by land.

Finally, his gaze settled on the carving of Weaver's Mask.

Nether had not known where his eldest siblings dwelled, or if there was such a place at all.

Perhaps Weaver had been a homeless wanderer, just like Sunny.

Smiling darkly, Sunny looked away from the map and turned his attention to the runes.

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    silverman
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    How did Sunny travel between the Ivory tower and the Ebony tower?
    Didn't he lose the memory of the sword with the Elemental fire that allowed him to travel through the gateway?
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      LycanFlood
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      Probably powered by the citadel itself
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      lafarticle
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      I thought it said there was like a portal that connected the two?
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    Dadadai Shukosha
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    Thinking about it, the Weaver may have traveled from world to world to prepare his plan...
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    Darmol
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    1751 Why Did the Flame Wane?

    The work progressed slowly.

    There was no day or night in the Sky Below, and Sunny did not particularly care for tracking time anymore. He only knew how much of it had passed because of the happy shadow, which continued to act as Rain's guardian somewhere far away.

    The task of learning how to read the forbidden runes was engrossing.

    Sunny was not trying to decipher the ancient script blindly. He was familiar with many variations of the runic language that had been used in the Dream Realm... or rather, in the multitude of realms that would one day become its various regions. The languages the people of the bygone eras had spoken were different, and so were the writing systems they had used.

    However, they all shared a common root... Hope, who had invented the concept of writing and the original runic script. Being familiar with that script and many of its descendants, Sunny could somewhat infer the meaning of derivative runic languages, and learn how to read them.

    That task was not an easy one, even for a Saint but after spending a few weeks in the Ebony Tower, doing nothing but studying Nether's writings, he was making quick progress.

    Sunny studied the runes, took walks along the edge of the scorched island, slept, and lay idly on his cot, staring at the celling. His life was tranquil, easy, and entertaining.

    Truly free of all burdens,

    ...Sometimes, he felt the desire to claw at the walls of the Obsidian Tower,

    In those moments, he visited the lightless shrine and stared at the statue of the Goddess of Black Skies.

    The face of the statue was obscured by a veil, but the sculpture was so exquisitely carved that the veil seemed to be made from fine silk, not cold stone. He could see a vague silhouette of a divinely beautiful face, outlined by its delicate folds and creases.

    Sunny couldn't help but feel that it shared a close resemblance to the faces of the broken porcelain dolls that piled into a mountain on the lowest level of the tower... as well as Saint's inhumanly beautiful visage.

    Had Nether been obsessed with Storm God, or simply too lazy to sculpt a multitude of faces when there already was a perfectly fine one for him to copy? He had been a very practical man, after all... as well as the most impractical of them. Why else would he rise in rebellion against the gods?

    As Sunny made advancements in his understanding of the forbidden runes, he was able to make a rough estimate of when exactly the Demon of Destiny had resided in the Ebony Tower.

    It had been in the latter half of the Golden Age, during Hope's imprisonment. Nether seemed to have already fallen out with Storm God, but was not contemplating going to war against the heavens yet.

    Instead, he had turned his back on the world and dedicated himself to his misguided passion - trying to create living beings, which was an authority exclusive to the gods.

    Much like Sunny had turned his back on the world and dedicated himself to studying these forbidden runes.

    The Ebony Tower seemed to attract disheartened men.

    Most of the runes carved into its walls were... esoteric, to say the least. Sunny slowly learned how to understand their meaning, but that did not mean that he understood what they meant. It would be the same if someone had given him a highly advanced scientific paper on quantum physics to read - knowing human language would not help him comprehend the contents.

    The fact that Nether's writing had never been meant to be read by anyone except the Demon of Destiny himself did not help, either. He had left these notes for himself, so they weren't very detailed.

    There were many passages like:

    "Dissected. Structure, pathways, flow, Basic mechanics hide the deep complexity of process and function. Material?"

    Or

    "Correlation or causation? Potential hints at obsolescence. Source unknown, observation flawed."

    Sunny could not really understand the meaning of these passages, but he did discern several underlying themes.

    Nether's goal was to create a living being, and as such, his research had been developing in two directions - the creation of a body, and the creation of a soul. The former was purely time-consuming, but the latter seemed to vex the daemon to no end.

    How did the gods will souls into existence? Why were the creatures created by the gods able to propagate, giving birth to new souls? What was the secret? There was no answer.

    The Demon of Fate had created weaving, while the Demon of Desire had created runic sorcery. The Demon of Destiny, however, had not authored an original school of sorcery of his own, taking elements from wherever he felt useful and bending them to serve his purpose.

    However, he had possessed the deepest understanding of soul power out of everyone Sunny had known, except for the gods themselves. Nether had been able to manipulate souls and soul essence to a frightening degree, accomplishing things that should not have been possible.

    And yet, he had not been able to create a living being out of nothing, no matter how Ingenious his methods were and how great his determination was. That was one thing that the Demon of Destiny could not build.

    For a time.

    Sunny knew that the daemon had eventually succeeded, creating Saint and her people. His perception was influenced by knowing the end result, but back then, Nether must have been daring to the point of insanity, to pursue something that had never been done before, and was not supposed to be possible.

    What had motivated him to persist in his seemingly hopeless endeavor?

    Sunny did not know, and doubted that he would learn the answer in the Ebony Tower. The runes carved into its walls were Nether's research notes, not a personal diary - there was no mention of the daemon's feelings or emotions, as if he had not been capable of having them at all.

    That said... not everything written on the black walls was dry and void of feeling.

    After weeks of studying the runes, Sunny concentrated on three fragments, all unlike the rest of the passages he had translated.

    The first one seemed like a poem or a short story that Nether had written down for some unknown reason.

    It read:

    [Why does the flame wane?

    I asked the black skies, "What is life?"

    The skies answered in a subtle voice, "A mother is watching her children die slowly of starvation. There is only enough food for one of them, but she is hungry, too. That is life."

    "The war is over, and those who discarded their weapons to surrender are made slaves. They are brought to an arena and told to kill each other. A young warrior looks at a sword, his hand trembling. That is life."

    "A man loves his wife, but feels lonely in her company. One day, walking the market, he sees a beautiful stranger smiling at him sweetly. He hesitates to return the smile. That is life, as well."

    I pondered.

    "So... life is a choice?"

    The skies laughed, "Life is desire. It's a desire to be alive."

    The skies were illuminated by a myriad of stars, burning in the beautiful darkness.

    Like the flame of desire had burned in the hideous void, giving birth to the seven gods.

    Why does the flame wane?]

    Sunny thought about the strange story for a long

    time, Was it a fable Nether had written down on a whim? Or the transcript of an actual conversation between him and Storm God?

    In any case, it had to have meaning. The Demon of Destiny was not someone who would have carved runes into stone without a reason

    He had been trying to create life, so the story could have been a contemplation on the nature of life. However... to Sunny, It seemed like there were many layers to this passage.

    The Goddess of Black Skies had described three situations. One was about hunger, one was about the desire to survive, and the last one was about lust. So, had she been trying to say that life was hunger, fear, and lust?

    He did not think so. It seemed that the exact situation did not matter too much... what mattered was that the character of each anecdote was faced with a choice. Nether had been the Demon of Choice, so... was that the true meaning of the story?

    Somehow, Sunny felt that it was not that important, either.

    The truly important part was the first and the last lines of the story.

    Why did the flame wane?

    The waning flame was, presumably, desire - the primordial desire that had been born in the Void, and gave birth to the gods in turn.

    Sunny remembered the murals describing the origin of the daemons clearly, both those that he had seen in the drowned library of Fallen Grace, and those he had seen in the Estuary.

    On one, a golden flame was burning in the

    ة

    darkness. On the next, seven figures - the gods- were surrounding the greatly diminished flame, Sitting on the edge of the Ebony Island and looking at the sea of divine flames above, he blinked.

    "No, wait... but really..."

    Why did the flame diminish?

    The divine flames that had created the Sky Below waned slowly over thousands of years, until only this much was left. One day, they would be extinguished altogether.

    But why had the primordial desire waned after giving birth to the gods?

    Did it have something to do with the secret of life?

    Nether had built the Ebony Tower because he wanted to use divine flame to create living beings, but he eventually abandoned that path and returned to the Underworld. Had he been trying to substitute the flame of desire with the flame of divinity?

    All of it seemed too... interconnected, somehow, and encapsulated in the strange story to be a mere coincidence.

    However, even if it was, Sunny could not, for the life of him, understand what it actually meant.

    He summoned Saint, shared his theory with her, and asked for her opinion.

    ...Saint, of course, remained silent, simply staring at him with indifference.

    "Thought so."

    Sunny clicked his tongue, dismissed the Shadow, and returned to the tower with a sullen expression on his pale face.
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      Darmol
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      1752 Reading About Nothing

      The second passage he was keenly interested in was much less poetle, but tantalized Sunny much more. That was because it mentioned the other daemons... most of all, the nebulous Demon of Fate.

      The runes read:

      [Gods created all living creatures, but not all creatures they created carry a divine lineage. Only those born of the gods do, and those born of their descendants. Why have the gods forbidden us seven to sire offspring? Why are we destined for loneliness?

      Is it because we are of the Forgotten One, who slumbers in the Void?

      Where is the Void, and where is its Gate? How did Weaver enter it, and what did Weaver see?

      Why did Weaver decide to break the will of the gods and create a lineage?

      Blood, bone, flesh. Soul, spirit, mind. And shadow.

      The gods shall discover the transgression, but they cannot.

      That is because, having created a lineage, Weaver does not possess a lineage. It has been lost and will be lost, therefore having never been in Weaver's possession. One cannot be punished for something that has never been.

      A plece is lost to fantasy, a plece is lost to fear. A plece is lost to respite, a plece is lost to darkness. A piece is lost to sorrow, a plece is lost to rot. And finally, a plece is stolen by a thief.

      Weaver's defiance is elusive, just like Weaver is. But mine will be different.]

      Sunny stared at the runes for a while, his eyes burning with wanderlust.

      Nether seemed to have been considering the difference between him, the youngest sibling, and Weaver - the oldest. Both had decided to defy the gods, but in a different way.

      'Gods created all living creatures, but only those born of them carry a divine lineage...

      It seemed that Weaver had pursued the latter, while Nether had pursued the former.

      But more importantly...

      'Weaver's lineage.’

      Finally, he knew the remaining parts of the Weave. He had already found Blood Weave, Bone Weave, and Soul Weave. Flesh, Mind, Spirit, and Shadow Weaves remained.

      'Shadow Weave!'

      Would absorbing it make up for Shadow God's lineage that Blood Weave had so unceremoniously devoured?

      And if he managed to collect all seven, would the broken lineage of Weaver restore itself to an unblemished state, granting him its full power?

      Sunny finally understood why the Weave had been shattered into many fragments, to begin with. it was because Weaver had hidden its existence from the gods by scattering it across the tapestry of fate.

      Its fragments had always been fated to be lost, and so, it was as if Weaver had never possessed them at all. The fragment destined to be lost to sorrow was Soul Weave, which Sunny had found near Oblivion's grave. The fragment destined to be lost to rot was Bone Weave, which he had found here in the Ebony Tower.

      The fragment destined to be stolen by a thief was Blood Weave, which the Nightmare Spell had granted him for slaying the Spawn of the Vile Thieving Bird.

      At the time when Nether had been carving these runes, Oblivion was still alive, while Weaver had not lost an arm. Therefore, the Demon of Fate had foreseen these events in advance... or maybe even reached into the tapestry of fate to attach the fragments of the Weave to its strings.

      One had to be inventive to avoid the gaze of the gods.

      But where had the other four fragments ended up? Sunny looked back at the runes.

      'A piece is lost to fantasy, a piece is lost to fear A piece is lost to respite, a piece is lost to darkness…’

      He contemplated for a few minutes, then turned and gazed at the map where the strongholds of the daemons were depicted.

      Fantasy, fear, rest, darkness. Imagination, Dread, Repose, Destiny?"

      Were the remaining four fragments of the Weave located somewhere in Bastion, Ravenheart, Stormsea, and the Underworld?

      He was suddenly overcome by the desire to travel to Bastion and check himself.

      However... that desire quickly dimmed.

      Going back to Bastion, Ravenheart, and the great citadel of the House of Night that drifted on the waves of Stormsea meant diving back into the boiling cauldron of humanity.

      Sunny had just escaped it. Why would he go back?

      The Underworld was a better choice... but also a suicidal one. Sunny was not ready to venture into the depths of the Hollow Mountains. His strength might have increased explosively after the Transcendence, but true darkness was the natural enemy of shadows. Out there, below the jagged peaks, was the realm of darkness...

      Sunny would be nearly powerless there. Blind, weakened, and without an ally.

      He could imagine himself braving a Death Zone, but not the Underworld.

      'Forget it, then.’

      Deeply disappointed, Sunny turned away from the passage and tried to never look at it again.

      'Maybe someday In the future..’

      The third passage that interested him, coincidentally, had to do with the Hollow Mountains.

      But... it was a strange one.

      The runes read:

      [What can contain the Void? Nothing can.

      Gods used nothing to envelop the void, and placed the cage of desire above it.

      In the places where the cage is thin, nothing slips through its seams. The Underworld is one such place, shrouded in nothing.

      It is like mist.

      However...

      Nobody can exist in the mist.

      Nothing can contain the Void, and nobody exists within it.

      I am wary of nobody, and fear nothing.]

      Sunny was utterly bewildered by what he read, and thought that he had messed up the translation at first. But after going over it one more time, he confirmed that the translation was correct.

      'Was Nether having a stroke?’

      He reread the runes several more times, his bewilderment growing.

      ‘No, he was not someone who would write down nonsense.’

      So, the passage must have had meaning. But what was the meaning of nothing?

      Sunny pondered the question for a few days, until a tenuous idea surfaced in his mind.

      What if nothing... was literally something?

      Not the absence of everything, but the presence of nothing.

      Just thinking about that made his head hurt.

      But it seemed very much like something that the gods would be involved in. These beings operated with ideas and concepts, after all, having shaped the very universe into existence.

      So, if nothing could contain the Void... the gods could have gone and literally used nothing to contain it. Enveloping the Void in a layer of nothingness, which the Void Beings could not cross, because nothing could stop them. And bringing down the cage of existence on top of that layer.

      That would be a godlike thing to do, wouldn't it?

      That nothingness seemed to seep into the universe, though...

      Like mist.

      Weren't the Hollow Mountains always shrouded in a strange mist?

      Sunny opened his eyes wide, remembering how the cohort had escaped a flood of mist on the outskirts of the Hollow Mountains. Back then, they felt a terrible threat emanating from it, not knowing why.

      If that mist was literally nothingness... would they have been erased from existence if it swallowed them?

      Sunny also remembered the eerie creature that had come from the mist and demanded that he open his eyes on the Ashen Barrow.

      'Nobody exists within it...'

      Were there... actual beings born from and dwelling in nothingness?

      He suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.

      The Demon of Destiny... was wary of nothing, and feared nobody.

      Wasn't Nether actually admitting that he felt wary of nothingness and feared the beings dwelling in the mist?

      'Goddammit.'

      As if the world wasn't scary enough already!

      Sunny already had his hands full dealing with the Nightmare Creatures. There were also the Void Creatures, which were infinitely more harrowing than the familiar abominations... luckily, they were locked away by the gods.

      And now, there were also Nothing Creatures? Nobodies?

      No... he simply refused to deal with that.

      ‘Time to get some sleep.’

      Sunny shook his head and left the fifth level of the Ebony Tower, returning to his living quarters.

      The translation... was mostly complete.

      He had already determined which passages he could understand, which he couldn't fathom, and which spoke too much about the Void, meaning that he had to avoid them at all costs.

      Staying in the Sky Below was slowly becoming meaningless.

      Perhaps it was time to start thinking about his next destination.

      'I'll consider it tomorrow.’

      Just before falling asleep, Sunny wondered where he would go, and a sudden thought crossed his mind.

      'I don't exist in the memories of the world anymore, so am I a Nothing Creature, too? A nobody…’
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