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Chapter 1761: Old Haunts

In the past, it had taken the Dreamer Army many days of an arduous march to reach the Crimson Spire from the Dark City. Now, however, Sunny could traverse that distance in less than a minute.

He was not in a hurry to leave, though.

Leaving the towering mountain of rubble behind, he crossed the broken bridge and returned to the ashen wasteland. He remained motionless for a while, then sighed and leaned down to brush the dust off the old bones.

...In the end, it took him almost a week to find the remains of every Sleeper that had perished in the battle for the Crimson Spire. There were four hundred of them, after all, and he had to be careful not to damage the brittle bonds. So, it took some time.

He placed them together on the ground, and then used the jagged slabs of black stone from the ruins of the gargantuan tower to construct a stone barrow above the mass grave.

It was a little fitting, to lay these young men and women to rest under the broken remains of the Crimson Spire, which they had laid down their lives to conquer.

Sunny also collected the remains of every Nightmare Creature that had fallen in the battle, and piled them onto each other to the side of the barrow. The mountain of hideous bones towered above the stone grave, dwarfing it entirely in size... a poignant testament to how fearsome the Dreamers of the Dark City had been, and how valiantly they had fought.

He stood in front of the barrow for some time, and then sighed.

"We were tough bastards, weren't we? You guys... rest easy now. The others are doing well. Most of them still follow Nephis, but they are Masters now. The remaining Handmaidens will Ascend before too long, as well - Seishan is taking care of them. Oh, Effie and Kai are already Saints. There are a few independents like myself out there, too. We... we all escaped."

Sunny didn't know why he was saying that. His words rang hollow... he wasn't a big fan of speaking to the dead, to begin with. What was the point?

Shaking his head, he approached the barrow and carved a few runes into the surface of the black stone.

The runes read:

[Here lie those

Who extinguished the sun Dreamers of the Dark City

Sleep well

Your nightmare is over.]

Stepping back from the slab of black stone with a heavy heart, Sunny remained silent for a while, then sighed and turned away.

Walking across the sea of ashen dust, he summoned Nightmare and jumped into the saddle.

His voice sounded rough when he urged the stallion forward and said:

"...Let's get out of here."

***

A young man with alabaster skin and raven-black hair rode through the darkness on a tenebrous steed, his fearsome armor crafted from polished onyx. In front of him, a great wall of dark stone rose into the lightless sky, obscuring the world.

Sunny had reached the Dark City.

He hunched in the saddle, looking up at the towering wall. The city, which had been populated by dreadful abominations, was now peaceful and silent. He could not sense any movement on its ancient streets.

After lingering for a while, Sunny stepped through the shadows and appeared on top of the wall. Gazing down, he saw a familiar landscape.

In the distance, the twisted and misshapen ruins of the Bright Castle were covered in soot. The Sleepers had set flame to the ancient fortress before leaving, destroying that which had withstood the cruelty of time.

He could recognize many other landmarks, as well. The toppled lighthouse, the half-collapsed library where he had once learned the truth of the Forgotten Shore, the plaza where Saint and her siblings had once fallen, the ruined cathedral…

Even all these years later, Sunny remembered every ruined street of the Dark City where he had hunted. The places where he had ambushed abominations, the places where he had been ambushed by them. There were countless pieces of rubble here that had been wetted by his blood, and even more that he had painted with the blood of his enemies.

A Fallen Nightmare Creature had seemed like the end of the world back then.

Smiling wryly, Sunny took a step into nothingness and jumped down from the great wall of the Dark City. The wind whistled in his ears for a few seconds, and then, he landed on the stone rubble. lіght~nоvel~cаve~c`о/m. The silence enveloping the ruins was momentarily broken by the thunderous boom of his landing.

The Terror of the Crimson Spire had annihilated most of the living beings on the Forgotten Shore to fuel her transformation into a Corrupted Titan. Everywhere the rays of the ruthless sun had reached, nothing but death remained.

But there were many dark places in the ancient city. The interiors of the ruined buildings, the catacombs, the lairs dug in the rubble... the sun could not reach there. More than that, the abominations populating the Dark City were much stronger than those in the Crimson Labyrinth. So, a few of them had to have survived the annihilation.

Sunny was calling them over, wishing to eradicate them all in one fell swoop.

...However, even after he had made so much noise, nothing moved in the ruins.

His shadow sense was enveloping the whole city, but Sunny could not feel any motion at all.

Puzzled, he brushed the dust off the Onyx Mantle and ventured into the maze of ruined streets.

Sunny spent the whole day exploring the Dark City. He wandered the ruins and reminisced about the past wistfully. Here, he had rescued Kai from the well... here, he had learned from Effie how to kill a Blood Fiend.

Here was the ditch where he had hidden himself after the Black Knight gutted him.

'How nostalgic.’

By the end of the day, Sunny knew why there were no Nightmare Creatures left in the Dark City.

There were a lot of hideous remains on the ruined streets... most of them showed no sign of having received a wound, since their souls had been annihilated by the Crimson Terror. But some bones had nicks and deep cracks on them, others were scorched by flame.

'...Nephis.’

She must have come here after escaping the Crimson Spire and hunted the remaining abominations down, one after another. To build another core and harvest their meat for the long journey ahead.

A faint smile twisted his lips.

'She's so thorough...'

With the mystery solved, he wandered the ruins some more and eventually made his way to the remains of the Bright Castle.

The ancient stronghold had collapsed, the white marble melted by the terrible heat of the white flames. He did not know why he wanted to see the scorched ruin... so many things had happened here, between the Castle's walls.

But now, it was all erased by the fire.

Just like him.

Chuckling, Sunny shook his head and wandered the remains of the outer settlement for a bit. He kicked stones and remembered the past, then stopped by the lodge where Nephis and Cassie had once lived. Now, it was empty and quiet. After visiting his old room, he left the outer settlement and descended back into the city.

Finally, Sunny reached the ruined cathedral.

He entered the majestic great hall, climbed over the toppled column that Saint had once dropped on the Black Knight, and gazed at the statue of the nameless goddess.

He studied her face for a while, then stepped through the shadows and appeared on the hidden balcony behind it. Soon, he entered a familiar chamber.

The living quarters of the young priestess were neat and tidy, just as he had left them.

The room was beautiful and spacious. The stone walls were engraved with intricate patterns, creating an atmosphere of sanctity and elegance.

The furniture was made out of pale polished wood, with several mismatched pieces that Sunny had scavenged from the Dark City once.

He was surrounded by a soothing darkness. The chamber had no windows, but there were light wells cunningly hidden here and there... the ingenious system of mirrors that was supposed to bathe the room in sunlight was long destroyed, though...

And so was the sun itself.

Sunny closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

Then, he recalled the Onyx Mantle, walked over to the spacious bed, sprawled on it, and fell asleep with a satisfied smile.

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    Kinda wanna reread once I catch up but I don’t like rereading unfinished thing so idk, but then again before I started reading Shadow Slave I was incredibly bored so maybe I will after a few months
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    Gods, it's been so long… it makes me want to start over just to read the first steps again.
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    Just kill the tree plss
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    That was a good prelude to dominance, if the forgotten coat doesn't become his domain I'm going crazy.
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    1762: Thus spoke Weaver.

    Sleeping in his own bed felt really great.

    Sunny had had many beds throughout the years. He had one in his temporary room at the Academy, one in the bedroom of his house, the luxurious sleeping pod he had purchased after becoming an Awakened, a flimsy cot in the Sanctuary of Noctis, and even the wide sleeping shelf at the back of the Rhino, among others.

    But out of all of them, this bed of pale polished wood, which had once belonged to the priestess of the ruined cathedral, held a special place in his heart.

    Perhaps because this dark chamber was the first place he had considered home, and this bed was the first he had considered his.

    Even though the time Sunny had spent living alone in the Dark City was one of the bleakest pages of his life, he remembered it with a special fondness.

    Waking up pleasantly refreshed, he smiled, yawned, and climbed out of the bed.

    Looking around the spacious chamber, Sunny remembered his days here. Things had been so simple back then…

    He walked around for a while, briefly touching various pieces of furniture, and then stopped in front of a bare wall. There, countless scratches had been left by the tip of the Prowling Thorn, counting the days he had spent here.

    Below them, the word “Sunless” was carved in the stone with two runes.

    A sad smile appeared on Sunny's face.

    Back then, he had wanted to leave proof of him having lived, struggled, and suffered in the Dark City on this stone wall. A mark of his existence.

    Who knew that the mark he had left would become meaningless one day? His own actions made it so that nobody could remember him, even if he scratched his name into the stone a thousand times.

    Sunny chuckled, then outstretched a hand and used his nail to leave one more scratch on the wall.

    He had spent another day here, after all.

    Then, he looked around, studying the interior of the dark chamber.

    The thought of leaving it all behind once again made him sad.

    But then…

    Did he really have to leave it?

    Slowly, a dark grin twisted his lips.

    «Why don't I take it all with me? What a great idea!»

    He needed to decorate the Marvelous Mimic, anyway.

    Summoning the Shadow, he commanded it to turn into an enormous wardrobe and opened its doors wide, paying no attention to the rows of terrifying fangs hidden behind them.

    Inside was the cold darkness of the vast dimensional storage.

    «Shall we start?»

    Smiling happily, Sunny went about loading the beautiful furniture made of pale polished wood into the Mimic. The bed, the desk, the intricate lectern…

    He (lid n‘t even spare the garbs and vestments of the young priestess, which Effie had once mocked him about. These beautiful clothes were made from fine fabric and masterfully tailored… more than that, they had remained in pristine condition despite thousands of years of neglect. Sunny would be mad to leave behind something like that.

    By the time he was done, the spacious chamber was entirely barren, as if robbed by an extremely greedy thief. The greedy thief in question, meanwhile, looked at the intricately engraved stone walls, feeling regretful that he couldn't take the engravings with him. Eventually, he sighed and shook his head.

    Closing the doors of the Marvelous Mimic, he dismissed the Shadow and left the living quarters.

    By the time Sunny returned to the great hall, the smile had disappeared from his face.

    He glanced at the statue of the nameless goddess one more time.

    The description of the Nameless Sun, the Memory Nephis had received after slaying the Terror of the Crimson Spire, surfaced in his mind.

    [For a long time, the Nameless Sun suffered in solitude, longing for all the things that were lost. Only when she lost that longing, too, was the Crimson Terror of the Forgotten Shore finally born.]

    …Wasn‘t he a bit like her?

    Alone and forgotten, even his name erased from the world.

    He was even a Terror, too.

    If he survived long enough… would a day come when Sunny turned into a Nightmare Creature, as well? What was it that he had not lost yet that kept his soul from blooming with the flowers of Corruption?

    As his gaze darkened, Sunny looked away from the statue and headed for the inner sanctum of the ruined cathedral.

    Finding the hidden passage, he allowed it to take him to a winding staircase and descended underground. Deeper and deeper still, until he reached a large chamber carved into the bedrock.

    There, a massive door forged from the same metal that the armor of the Black Knight had been forged from stood Open, and two strange torches burned on the wall.

    Sunny hissed and shielded his eyes. After days spent in absolute darkness, the pale light of the ghostly torches seemed blinding.

    Beyond the open door… was the solitary cell where he had found Weaver's Mask.

    And the forbidden runes left on its floor by the corpse that had worn it.

    Sunny had come to the Dark City to read these runes.

    Taking a deep breath, Sunny steeled his heart and walked forward.

    The first time around, he had left his shadows behind, concerned that the light of the strange torches would harm them. But now, he knew that the underground cell was designed to keep someone in, not prevent others from coming inside. The runic circle had long been broken, anyway, and the sorcery protecting this place did not function anymore.

    Entering the cell, Sunny studied his surroundings for a few moments… not that there was a lot to study. There was only the broken runic circle, the dust that the mysterious corpse had turned into, and the words left on the floor.

    Sunny smiled darkly, then turned his attention to the forbidden runes he had not been able to read before.

    These ones were different from the script Nether had used, and much easier to translate. However, when Sunny read them, his expression darkened.

    «What?»

    He didn‘t quite understand…

    The runes read:

    [Thus spoke Weaver]

    [“They will open the Gates”]

    [And they did]

    [Calling forth doom and destruction upon us]

    [Now, in the ruins]

    [Gods lay dead]

    [And the daemons have fallen]

    [The Forgotten One comes]

    [Wide awake]

    [To consume them].

    The rest were ineligible.

    Sunny shivered.

    «No, wait…»

    What did it mean? They had opened the Gates? Who had opened them, and which Gates? Not… not the Gates of the Void, surely?

    That was impossible. If the Gates had already been opened, and the Forgotten God had already escaped from the Void, wide awake, then there would have been no existence left. Everything would have been consumed by Corruption.

    But it wasn't… yet. Which meant that he was still asleep, seeing nightmares.

    And yet, the runes clearly stated that someone had indeed unleashed the God of Corruption. Not only that, but Weaver had even foretold that they would.

    «Gods lay dead, and the daemons have fallen…»

    Was that the answer to the question that had been tormenting Sunny? The question of who had won the Doom War?

    According to these runes…

    No one had? Both sides had been annihilated?

    How could that be?

    Had it been mutual destruction, or had someone killed them all? If neither side had won, then who had?

    Suddenly, a chill ran down Sunny's spine.

    He looked down, at the familiar string of runes written in a different script from the rest of them.

    «Hail Weaver, Demon of Fate. Firstborn of the Forgotten God.»

    He suddenly had an ominous feeling.

    Everyone assumed that there had been two sides in the war between the gods and the daemons… but was that really true? After all, there had been one deity that had refused to participate, standing in opposition to both the gods and the daemons.

    The Demon of Fate.

    So, if both sides had been annihilated… then wouldn't it mean that there was only Weaver left?

    Sunny suddenly remembered the description of Bone Weave…

    [When children of the Forgotten God rebelled against the gods, Weaver was the only one to refuse the call of war. Despised and hunted by both sides, they disappeared. No one knew where Weaver went and what they did… until it was too late.]

    Until it was too late.

    Unnerved, Sunny took a deep breath.

    «…What the hell did Weaver do?»
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      1763: Sea of Dust.

      Sunny left the underground cell in a complicated mood. To be honest… he was a little rattled.

      «Weaver said… that they would open the Gates.»

      Who were the “they” Weaver had spoken about?

      The gods? The daemons? Or someone else entirely?

      There was one thing that made Sunny restless, it was the fact that no one knew who Weaver was, so the nebulous daemon was never referred to as “he” or “she”. Instead, the Spell used the neutral “they” to describe the Demon of Fate.

      So… had it been Weaver who unsealed the Void, perhaps?

      That did not make a lot of sense, though, since the runes described something that the elusive daemon had said. So, it would have been “I will open the Gates”, not “they will”… unless Weaver had had a habit of referring to themselves in the third person.

      There was the issue of the runic language itself, as well, which did not necessarily follow the same pronounce conventions as the human language did. The runes written by the prisoner of the ruined cathedral did not hint that Weaver had been speaking about themselves.

      But still, still…

      «Until it was too late.»

      What did the description of Bone Weave mean, exactly?

      If Sunny knew one thing… it was that Weaver had been the most frightening of deities, despite not being the most powerful. He did not trust the devious Demon of Fate one bit. Shaking his head, he walked over to the stone stairs, but then halted and remained motionless for a while.

      Walking back, he stopped in front of the cell once more.

      Summoning the Covetous Coffer, Sunny violently tore the massive steel door off its hinges and tossed it into the wardrobe‘s terrifying maw. Then, he pulled one of the torches from its slot and carried it away, seemingly unperturbed by the ghostly flame.

      A person who had been tossed away by the world had to be practical.

      Why leave good things behind?

      —— —— ——

      Sunny spent a few more days in the Dark City, exploring the ruins curiously. Before, he had been limited in where he could go and what he could see — there had been Nightmare Creatures everywhere, and his power had been woefully insufficient to walk around freely.

      But now, Sunny was powerful enough to cleanse the entire Dark City in a matter of hours. Sadly, all the abominations he had not been able to hunt down were already dead, slain either by the Crimson Terror or Nephis.

      Still, he could at least explore all the places he had wanted to visit. There wasn't much important information left to be found here, but there were plenty of things he could learn that would be only interesting to a researcher like him.

      The rituals, the mundane details of everyday life, the culture… stuff like that. By the end of it, Sunny collected many pieces of information that would have made the Exploration Report on the Forgotten Shore more comprehensive. Sadly, all of them would have had to be placed in the «Not Related to Combat« addendum, which most Awakened never bothered to read.

      «Barbarians…»

      Finishing his business in the ruins, he left them behind. Next, Sunny started on the long tour of the remaining six statues of the heroes of the Forgotten Shore.

      He visited the Priestess first, since she was just outside the walls of the city. Sunny climbed onto her hand and sat there for a while, remembering the day he had reached the Dark City with Nephis and Cassie.

      He had been… barely seventeen back then, knowing nothing of the world. He had just learned that there was more to life than bitter survival.

      Sunny watched the black sky for a while, feeling regret that the sun of the Forgotten Shore was gone for the first time. He would never see it rise again from the palm of the Priestess again.

      Eventually, he wrapped himself in shadows and jumped down, gliding on dark wings to the distant ground.

      Next was the statue of the Hunter, where the cohort had once burned the nest of the Iron Spiders. Sunny visited the giant arch of white marble on top of which they had rested and played games on the way, as well as climbed to the bottom of the canyon from where the Builder's statue had emerged.

      Strangely enough, that rest stop on the white arch etched itself in his memories most vividly. Sunny felt remorse for never taking the members of the cohort to a real beach… now, it was too late. He would never have such an opportunity again.

      Were there even real beaches left in the waking world? There had to be. Rich folk loved their leisure.

      After that, he circled the distant city from the west and reached the monument of the Lord. That one, he had seen while marching with the Dreamer Army to the Crimson Spire. Sunny did not have any particular memories about this statue, but it was still quite significant.

      That was because, if he was correct, the First Lord of the Bright Castle had once defeated a powerful abomination here, receiving the Dawn Shard as a reward. That Memory, altered by Sunny, was still one of the most powerful tools in Neph‘s arsenal.

      It was the very reason why they had managed to escape the Forgotten Shore… a piece of precious inheritance they received from those who had fought against this cursed place before them.

      Sunny bowed to the statue of the Lord and continued on his journey

      After spending some time exploring the vicinity of the stone colossus, Sunny moved on and found the statue of the Slayer some days later. This one, he had never seen — Nephis, Cassie, and Effie had formed an expedition to acquire a Shard Memory here while he was living alone in the Dark City.

      «What a pity.»

      Sunny felt a bit regretful about not participating in that expedition. As a shadow user, he felt a special affinity for the Slayer, who had been a stealthy assassin. Her stiletto had served Sunny well before being destroyed when he lost the connection to the Nightmare Spell. It was thanks to its ghostly blade that he had defeated Harris, the monstrous servant of the Bright Lord.

      Funnily enough, this place was also where Cassie had earned the Quiet Dancer. Sunny had never learned what kind of bizarre Nightmare Creature could leave such a strange Echo behind… was it really a sentient rapier? If so, the battle must have been quite a tough one. After exploring the vicinity of the statue, Sunny had indeed found countless broken blades buried in the dust. He could imagine the monument to the Slayer being surrounded by a vast sword grave…

      By then, there were only two statues left on his list.

      The unfinished statue of the Stranger was far to the south, on the precipice of the Underworld. Sunny hesitated for a while, but eventually decided to skip that one.

      He did not want to go anywhere near the Hollow Mountains anytime soon — or, preferably, ever.

      That only left the statue of the Knight.

      …Which, ironically, was where he had spent his first night on the Forgotten Shore. Smiling faintly, Sunny summoned Nightmare and sent the dark destrier over the edge of the colossal crater.

      He had crossed the crater on a makeshift boat made from demon bones the last time around. This time, the Dark Sea was gone, and the terrible wound left on the Forgotten Shore by the fall of the radiant being could be traversed on foot.

      Sunny was curious to see what was hidden at its bottom, so he took his time exploring it at a leisurely pace.

      He had found many hideous bones, but nothing that ignited his interest. Closer to the center of the crater, the ground had turned into black glass, and at its very heart, a round hole led into the depths of the earth. That must have been where the Dark Sea had come from at night, and where it had retreated to at dawn.

      He stared into the darkness for a while.

      «There must be several cavernous hollows below the Forgotten Shore, right? All that water had to go somewhere. Unless it spilled directly into some other hellish realm.»

      If there were such a hollow, the entrance to one of them would be right in front of him. And with the Dark Sea gone, it would be empty. The idea of climbing down and spending a few months exploring the underground caverns seemed rather attractive… what kind of derelicts would he find there?

      But eventually, Sunny decided against it.

      He was sure that the great cavern, if it truly existed… would be incredibly dirty.

      Plus, he had already been wandering the Forgotten Shore for a while. Visiting the statues was taking longer than Sunny had expected, mostly because he was taking his sweet time and exploring many interesting places on the way.

      Now that the labyrinth of crimson coral was gone, many things had been revealed from beneath it. Old ruins, ancient bones… all too damaged to provide him with any useful knowledge, but still fascinating.

      In any case, a lot of time had passed. His birthday was… when was it?

      Sunny counted the months and realized that it was almost upon him. He had celebrated the previous one sometime during the hellish track over the Hollow Mountains, so he did not want to celebrate another one in a musty cave.

      And… he had an appointment.

      Looking east, Sunny smiled darkly.

      There was a reason he had carried a creepy torch with him all the way from the Dark City…

      He had a promise to keep, and a debt to repay.
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        1764: Never be afraid again.

        A long time ago… Sunny had made a promise to himself. A promise to come back and destroy the Soul Devouring Tree one day.

        Now, many years later, he was here to fulfill that promise.

        He had been descending into the colossal crater for a while, but now that its heart was behind him, the ground was slowly starting to slope upward. Sunny rode Nightmare with a cold expression on his face, holding the ghostly torch in his hand.

        The light of the eerie flame reflected from the polished surface of his armor and danced wildly in his onyx eyes.

        It took some time to traverse the crater, but eventually, Sunny saw it.

        The branches of a great tree covering the black sky.

        A faint smile appeared on his lips.

        «It lives.»

        He had a feeling that it would.

        Sunny… had changed greatly since leaving the Ashen Barrow.

        The Soul Devourer had changed, as well.

        The insidious fiend had already been enormous back then, but now, it had grown even taller, reaching into the black sky with its obsidian branches.

        This tree towered above the sea of ashen dust like a majestic mountain. Its bark was as black as the lightless sky, while its leaves were as red as blood… of course, Sunny could not really see color in the darkness. But he remembered their crimson splendor vividly. The crimson crown of the magnificent tree had used to cover the Ashen Barrow in its shade, but it was much richer and more expansive now, reaching far into the crater.

        «That thing… has evolved.»

        Sunny sighed.

        It was understandable. Since the Soul Devourer had managed to survive the rays or the annihilating sun, it would have been left with no competitor on the Forgotten Shore. The Crimson Terror was gone, and so was the Dark Sea. The other powerful abominations, like the Lord of the Dead, had been slain by the Sleepers of the Dark City.

        The insidious fiend growing on the Ashen Barrow would have used the vacuum to enhance its power.

        Sunny shifted his gaze, looking beneath the obsidian bark.

        Then, a sad chuckle escaped from his lips.

        «A Fallen Terror…»

        He was more or less sure that the Soul Devourer had been an Awakened Terror before. It seemed to have risen to a higher Rank… or rather, fell to a lower one? Sunny wasn't sure what the correct wording would be for a Nightmare Creature.

        He did feel a certain sense of… disappointment, though.

        He had been so terrified of that thing once. But now, it seemed so weak, and insignificant.

        Dismissing Nightmare, Sunny landed on the ground, then walked up the slope of the crater. The ghostly light of the torch illuminated his way.

        From the Ashen Barrow, he must have looked like a small mote of light in the ocean of darkness… drawing closer and closer, growing brighter, and more chilling.

        Sunny might have been illuminated by the pale flame, but his presence drowned the area in deathly cold.

        Outside the small circle of light, the absolute darkness seemed to become even deeper, darker, and more impenetrable.

        …Inescapable.

        He heard the leaves of the magnificent tree rustle in the wind, their murmur seemingly anxious.

        It was as though the rustling leaves were saying:

        «Stay away! Don't come closer!»

        Untouched by their alarm, Sunny stepped through the shadows and appeared on the Ashen Barrow.

        Instantly, he felt an insidious influence trying to subtly twist his mind.

        The tree was beautiful… the tree was generous… the tree was kind.

        It was weak and benevolent, and its fruits were sweet.

        «Huh…»

        The fruits of the Soul Tree were indeed sweet. More importantly, they were quite useful… each contained a shadow fragment for Sunny to consume, after all. Best of all, the ancient fiend could grow them indefinitely.

        Perhaps he should collect the fruits and keep the Soul Tree intact. Otherwise, there would never be another harvest…

        Sunny smiled subtly and shook off the mental hex. It was too easy to do.

        He had been a mere Sleeper the last time. But now, he was a Transcendent Terror. The Onyx Mantle was augmented by five shadows, and the measure of protection against mental attack it provided him with could not even be compared to that of the Puppeteer's Shroud.

        Resisting the manipulation of the Soul Devourer was quite trivial.

        Its attempts to save itself… were a bit pitiful, really.

        As soon as Sunny shrugged off the hex, the leaves rustled again, this time full of panic. He sensed movement all around him.

        Hideous figures rose from the ash… one, two, three… a hundred. Nightmare Creatures — new thralls to replace Sunny, Nephis, and Cassie, who in turn had replaced the Carapace Demon.

        The Soul Devourer needed someone to protect it. The abominable tree must have worked hard, luring so many of the Nightmare Creatures that had survived the annihilating sun under its branches. Sunny would not have been surprised if these were all of them, really — every single creature that had avoided being consumed by the Crimson Terror, either through strength or by luck.

        Nephis must have avoided this place because she had no means of protecting herself against the hex back then.

        But what could all these abominations do to Sunny? Most of them had come from the coral labyrinth, and were therefore merely Awakened. There were a few Fallen creatures among them, but none of a high enough Class.

        This time, it was his turn to be the horror.

        This time, it was Sunny who was terrifying, inevitable, and full of murderous frenzy.

        …The shadows stirred, and a hundred inky-black hands rose from the darkness. They grabbed onto the thralls, onyx claws sinking into their flesh. The next moment, the air was filled with the smell of blood. The massacre was harrowing and thorough, the silence broken by howls of agony and the revolting sound of flesh being torn apart.

        Sunny walked through the mayhem calmly, not even sparing the dying abominations a glance.

        Soon, he reached the trunk of the Soul Devourer.

        The leaves were rustling, and the branches were swaying, their sound full of desperate fear.

        He placed one hand on the obsidian bark and closed his eyes for a moment.

        Then, Sunny poured his essence into the eerie torch. Opening his eyes, Sunny sighed… and set the magnificent tree aflame.

        «You really chose the wrong person to enthrall…»

        Then, he walked back to watch it burn.

        The view was breathtaking.

        Bright flames were climbing the towering trunk. The obsidian bark cracked, blooming with smoldering embers. Soon, the fire reached the leaves and exploded, spreading across the swaying crown of the Soul Devourer with tremendous speed.

        When that happened, the darkness shrouding the Forgotten Shore was dispelled by the colossal ball of flame burning above it.

        There was a cacophony of sounds. The roaring of the fire, the hiss of leaves being turned to ash, the cracking of dying wood- All of them fused into a chilling litany of pain, as if ten thousand souls were shrieking at the sky in agony.

        It was… incredibly disturbing.

        Sunny almost felt as if he was really hearing the ancient tree scream.

        …It screamed for a long, long time.

        The Soul Devourer was huge, so it took a while for it to burn down. The beautiful crimson leaves had turned to ash. The branches did, too, falling down in a whirlwind of sparks. The delectable, juicy fruits were ruthlessly incinerated.

        The trunk had taken a few days to die, but it eventually turned into a scorched, broken, hollow husk.

        But it was only when the roots died that Sunny felt… nothing.

        He didn‘t feel anything at all. He was of a higher Rank than the Soul Devourer now, and so, killing the insidious fiend did not even give him a single shadow fragment.

        A few days later, Sunny was still sitting on the ground, looking at the smoldering remains of the great tree. He could feel that the creature was dead.

        He thought that exacting his revenge on the Soul Devourer would bring him joy, but it didn't. If anything, Sunny felt… sad.

        Such a death was… almost humiliating. it was unworthy of the creature that had haunted his nightmares for so long. He never wanted to humiliate an enemy that had earned his respect.

        «When have I become so strong?»

        He wasn't sure.

        He wasn‘t that strong, either… but he did outpace most of the things in two worlds, as far as the acquisition of power was concerned.

        Finally, Sunny stood up, summoned the Endless Spring, and washed the ash off his face. The Soul Devourer was no more, and so…

        «That is done. Now what?»

        There. He had kept his promise.

        Somewhere in Ravenheart, the sun was rising.

        Which meant that Sunny was twenty-four now.

        It was his birthday.

        Sunny stared at the ghostly torch, which looked like it was on its last leg.

        With a sigh, he walked around and collected a few pieces of charred wood. Then, he used the last of the eerie flame to make a fire.

        Summoning the Marvelous Mimic, he pulled an alloy pot from its maw, as well as a tin can. The tin can contained his last spoonful of coffee powder.

        Pouring the coffee into the pot, he filled it with water from the Endless Spring and placed it on the fire. A few moments later, a delicious smell spread in the air.

        Sunny summoned the Shadow Chair, sat on it, and waited for the coffee to be ready. Then, he brought the pot to his face and inhaled the fragrant aroma.

        «Ah…»

        He remained silent for a while, and then smiled.

        «Happy birthday to me.»

        Relaxing in an opulent chair that stood on top of a tall hill, surrounded by boundless darkness, Sunny sipped his coffee and enjoyed the view of fiery sparks dancing in the boundless black sky.
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          Sunny: Matei um terror caído com uma simples tocha... E depois tomei café, Kai: 9
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    EDIT:
    I'm busy right now, i'll upload the chapters when 3 come out.
    -SS Tg

    New chapter is out on Dc but not yet on Tg.

    Ch1762 Thus Spoke Weaver

    The waiting begins
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      James005
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      how to join the telegram channel??
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          James005
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          thanks bro
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          Honey Laterin
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          Do you also have the disord link???
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        ArMiks
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        It's basically just joining to know when the chaps drop tho. Even before you can open the file, the Lords and Saviors would have already posted them here 🤣 All hail!
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          DanielPlay
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          I stopped joining Telegram groups because of this, the notification didn't even arrive and Pro100 or Zexus are already posting hahahaha
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      Lagvilava
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      can someone tell me the discord link?
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    James005
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    is there a discord for ranobes??
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    I think the memory is over, what else is there to show on the Forgotten Shore? The only thing Sunny has left to do is kill the Demon Tree.
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      Dummybaron
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      Its probably Dead, Crimson Terror is dead so there is no sunlight, and Tree used other creatures souls as energy source, since everything is dead it's probably dead aswell just from hunger.
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        ArMiks
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        If it's really dead, then that's a bit too bad, would've loved to see sunny trying to swing an axe. Also all that wood would have been quality crafting material for carpentry, or maybe for repairing oathbreaker in the future
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          Lixklin
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          Ещё дно кратера из которого появлялось море
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      Gofic
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      Есть ещё пещера, где он нашёл маску
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      6pain
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      Sunny still has to see the message left for him by nephis
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        Dummybaron
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        Who said there was any message, I don't remember anything like that in SS? Where it came from?
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    One chapter today, three tomorrow forwhat
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    Lrb
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    Espero que o autor tenha dado essa pausa de 1 capitulo pra amanhã lançar 3 contando de vez essa visão de Sunny e depois (apesar de querer que tenha mais 10 capitulos mostrando a Costa Esquecida), volte a história principal
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