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Chapter 1798: Knowledge of Everything

When Sunny woke up, reality was the same. His dreams did not change the cold, ruthless truth.

He had wondered a lot what he would find at the edge of this alien world, but never expected to find the end of his own.

Sunny slowly sat up and stared at the wall with an absent expression.

...Would he still be alone in this frozen wasteland when his world crumbled and become one with the spreading Dream Realm?

Reality was the same, but he was not.

It wasn't unexpected, to change after witnessing something so shocking. He had mused about how small he was in comparison to the colossal stump in the Burned Forest. But only witnessing the white dome of LO49 under the strange sky had really put his entire life in perspective.

Sunny was quite a self-centered person. He wasn't a narcissist or someone who had no empathy for anyone except himself, but he cared about himself more than he did about others. There were a few people out there he would die for - but even then, It was because they were dear to him, and their loss would hurt him terribly.

Only those who had not suffered before were oblivious enough to be truly selfless. People who had experienced anguish and pain knew the value of selfishness, because caring about oneself meant not having to suffer that anguish again.

So, Sunny was a reasonably selfish man. He was also a man who had experienced all kinds of torment, witnessed great tragedies, and endured it all to continue walking forward.

Still, even he could not remain unmoved in the face of the destruction of his world, and the extinction of his kind.

'She was right... knowledge is indeed the heaviest thing in the world.’

The winds were howling beyond the walls of the

empty hut. The sky was cold and dark. Pale starlight bathed the desolate expanse of ice, reflecting from it in a ghostly radiance.

Some distance away, the dome of LO49 stood lonesomely above the snow.

Sunny let out a long sigh.

He did not want to, but had no choice except to reevaluate a lot of things. Very important things, including the very concept of the future and his own place in its frightening reach.

In fact, even though Sunny did not know what to think yet, he felt that he had already made a few decisions.

It was just that he had not realized these decisions yet.

Life.,,, was so messy.

He had gone to Antarctica in search of conviction, thinking that his own was lacking. He did not find what he was looking for there, but instead learned that his own beliefs and aspirations were in no way inferior to anyone else's.

Sunny had also learned to despise the Sovereigns in Antarctica. The callous ghouls who played their games while countless people died, even though they could extend a hand and save them.

He wanted to make his will known and if not punish the tyrants, then at least prevent their hidden conflict from causing too much collateral damage among the civilian population. He did a few things to realize that goal, but before his efforts truly bore fruit, the Battle of the Black Skull happened.

And then, Sunny was thrown into the Third Nightmare.

What happened in the Tomb of Ariel... well. He made a proper mess of everything, and then somehow solved it, as well. But the way he solved it was more damaging than the Nightmare itself.

However, those... those were his personal issues. They had nothing to do with the Sovereigns, what he had wanted to do in Antarctica, and the fate of the world.

And by the time he returned, the Sovereigns had already made their move, and the Southern Campaign was over, Those refugees that had not been evacuated across the ocean fled into the Dream Gates, and left the waking world. lіghtnоvеlсаvе~c`оm. Sunny's immediate goal had no meaning anymore.

Sunny himself, meanwhile... was abandoned by the world. He was forgotten, expelled, and erased from existence. Untethered from everyone, and everything. Completely lost.

So, he left.

He left and never looked back, crossing the Hollow Mountains, the Forgotten Shore, and the Burned Forest in solitude. All to leave the world that had rejected him behind...

Only to find a piece of that world at the end of the journey.

What was he supposed to do now?

Should he continue to pretend that nothing of what was happening to humanity had anything to do with him now?

Should he continue to hide, keep his own company, and slowly lose his mind?

Should he continue going north?

Just yesterday, Sunny was full of excitement at the thought of exploring the uncharted parts of the Dream Realm.

But today, he did not care anymore. The thrill was gone, replaced by a heavy emptiness.

Summoning the Endless Spring, Sunny drank some water, sighed, and then absent-mindedly looked at the beautiful glass bottle.

That Memory of his had served him well over the years.

It was a gift from someone who didn't remember him anymore.

His expression turned cold.

...Of course, there was a different choice to be made, and a different destiny to be carved out.

Instead of heading north, he could turn around and go back.

He could return.

'And then what?’

Nobody remembered him. Nephis, Cassie, Effie, Kai, Jet, Rain... Teacher Julius, Saint Tyris, Beth... and everyone else.

They did not think or care about someone they did not know.

But Sunny remembered.

'When I go back... if I go back... I'll have to do a few tricky things.’

By now, he was powerful enough not to be a mere spectator. Why did he have to simply watch the ruthless players move the figures across the board? Instead, he could exert his influence to personally change the game.

A person like him could do a lot when no one was looking his way. The idea of confronting the Sovereigns seemed like pure madness before. It still did, but was it, really?

Could Sunny exert his will and reshape the world to fit his desires?

He would have to plot the downfall of Anvil of Valor and Ki Song.

There was the third one, as well... perhaps the most dangerous of the three.

But dealing with the Sovereigns was only the beginning.

Now that the destruction of everything was accelerating, there was only one way - forward, to the very end. Either the Nightmare Spell would swallow humanity, or be conquered by humans.

Supreme, Sacred, Divine.

The end could only be stopped if new gods were born of humanity. Therefore, that was what Sunny had to ensure... if he went back.

Did he dare to dream it?

A long time ago, Nephis had proclaimed her determination to conquer every Nightmare. Sunny had thought that she was insane back then.

The wind was growing colder outside.

He remained silent for a long time, listening to its howling.

‘...So what if it's insane?’

Sunny was not quite healthy in the mental department himself. He had not been for a long time.

He did dare to dream it. At this point, there was very little that he did not dare to do.

Walking out of the door, Sunny looked at the sky.

The sky was full of stars.

'I am nobody. And I have nothing.’

He inhaled the frigid air and looked south with a cold, dark gleam in his lightless eyes.

'So let's change everything.’

With that, he dismissed the Marvellous Mimic and reached into his soul, which was still tethered to the waking world.

Soon, his figure disappeared from the sea of starlit ice.

...Instead, a ragged silhouette appeared on a desolate street in the outskirts of NQSC, surrounded by a whirlwind of dancing snowflakes.

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    Just thinking about how sunny want to overtrow the established power and put a friendly dictator in place...Sunny is FBI oru2x
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      Conquer the world and give it to your girlfriend, and then marry her and become the ruler of the world.
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    1799 Back to Civilization

    Sunny returned to the outskirts.

    After years spent in the wild reaches of the Dream Realm, NQSC was like an explosion. Sunny almost fell to the ground after being assaulted by a myriad of movements and sensations. There were sounds, scents, and countless scenes. Most of all, there were shadows... a vast legion of them, all moving and changing, surrounding him like a boundless whirlpool.

    Overwhelmed by them, he spent several days hiding in an abandoned room at the top of a ramshackle dormitory hive.

    His mind wasn't ready for the sensory overload of being among hundreds of millions of people subduing his shadow sense, he waited for a while, slowly preparing himself to face humanity again.

    Gradually, Sunny let his senses lose. First to envelop a few levels of the dormitory hive, then all of it. Laying in the darkness, he could feel thousands of humans go about their harsh lives, observing their sorrows, joys, and struggles.

    Then, his shadow sense extended outward, enveloping the outskirts one street after another.

    At some point, Sunny felt as if he was an invisible, omniscient deity. The area he could perceive was too vast for his mind to concentrate on each shadow, to witness every person - and yet, there was no better way of throwing himself into the half-forgotten feeling of being human.

    Slowly, the feral grip of solitude that the Dream Realm had on his mind loosened. Sunny remembered how to be a person again.

    His status in the waking world was... questionable. He didn't really exist. A nice family was now living in his terrace district house. He had no money, nо citizenship, and no home.

    Which was pretty much exactly how it had been, back in the days of living as an outskirt rat.

    A very familiar situation.

    Of course, Sunny himself was entirely different from his younger self. He was a Saint now, which meant that he wasn't just a rat... he was the strongest, most vicious and fearsome rat in the world. The loftiest rat there was.

    A true rat king.

    The outskirts themselves had changed, as well. They were much emptier, as if someone had culled the population of this miserable place in the past few years. Sunny knew that many of the most disenfranchised people of the waking world had been seduced by the lure of the Dream Gates - one of his incarnations had followed Rain to Ravenheart, after all. But knowing and seeing were two different things,

    'Even this place can change, huh.'

    He felt… uprooted, somehow. But it was a good thing, for this part of his part to have changed.

    Moving in the shadows, Sunny found a better place to stay and thoroughly washed himself. Then, he procured a cheap communicator and a sizable sum of credits. Things that had been insurmountable for him as a kid were easier than breathing now.

    He did not have to scrounge for food and shelter. He did not have to fear the other humans populating the city slums.

    He could survive here with no effort whatsoever... live as lavishly as he wanted, even.

    But what was the point if the world was already falling apart?

    Sunny did not care about the bitter past. It had no hold over him anymore.

    He... had outgrown the outskirts.

    After getting himself in order, Sunny sighed, turned into a shadow, and reached for the tether.

    His original body was still tethered to the Ivory Island... of course, the Ivory Island had long left the Chained Isles by now, and the Crushing was no more.

    With its departure, the force keeping the flying islands afloat had weakened significantly, accelerating the demise of the region. The Sanctuary of Noctis was situated at the edge of the Chained Isles, so it was still safe, However, more and more islands fell into the Sky Below with each year, In a few decades, most likely, there would be none left, erasing the last remains of the Kingdom of Hope.

    Except for the Ivory Tower itself.

    Sunny had expected to find himself above Bastion, but it seemed that Nephis and Cassie had been sent out to accomplish a mission. The beautiful island was moving across the sky of the Sword Domain, and the Fire Keepers were preparing for battle.

    Sunny did not disturb them and jumped off the edge, unnoticed.

    Turning into a crow, he glided to the ground and watched the Ivory Island drift away.

    Then, with a sigh, he summoned Nightmare and climbed into the saddle.

    Funnily enough, his destination was in the north.

    Sunny had plenty of time to consider the situation while getting his bearings in the outskirts, and although he did not have a concrete plan yet, he knew that one place would play a great role in the approaching war.

    A Death Zone known as Godgrave.

    So, that was where he headed.

    Of course, to get there, he had to cross most of the Sword Domain first.

    Strangely enough, the journey was relaxing.

    Sunny had spent so much time braving the deadliest regions of the Dream Realm that the territories conquered by humans seemed peaceful and safe. As long as he remained vigilant, nothing here could seriously threaten him.

    Granted, the Dream Realm was still dire and full of dangers. Overconfidence was still an insidious killer, and one mistake could cost him his life, it was just that the scale of that mistake had to be quite significant now.

    Nevertheless, Sunny enjoyed the feeling of being at the top of the food chain. He rode Nightmare while four of his shadows served as a stealthy vanguard, circling him at a distance. That way, he was alerted of any danger long before it could pose a threat.

    Sunny avoided the human settlements, but sent his shadows to observe them and collect the news from time to time. He was learning more about the current situation in the two worlds, and slowly working out the basics of a plan.

    ...A couple of weeks later, a mountain chain barred his path. It was much less impressive than the dreaded expanse of the Hollow Mountains, but still had a bad reputation. When Sunny was a small child, these mountains were the northern boundary of the human enclave in the Dream Realm.

    After Valor's northward expansion, though, they were simply a natural barrier in the heart of the Sword Domain now.

    Sunny studied them with a slightly surprised expression. Not because of their historical significance, but for an entirely different reason.

    These mountains...

    'No way.’

    He recognized them.

    The steep rocky slopes were barren, and sharp ridges were covered in snow. There was one mountain that towered above the rest, though...

    Jagged and lonesome, it dwarfed other peaks of the mountain chain, cutting the night sky with its sharp edges. A radiant moon bathed its slopes in the ghostly, pale light.

    It was the Black Mountain from his First Nightmare.
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      1800 Return to the Black Mountain

      Sunny often thought about the slave caravan, but he never actually tried to learn more about the events that had transpired in the Nightmare.

      He knew that they had happened at the dusk of the Golden Age, not long before the start of the Doom War. Back then, the gods had grown indifferent and distant, and the soldiers of an expansionist empire that worshipped War wiped out the Shadow cult, burning down all its temples.

      However, he did not know much about that empire and the lands it had conquered. The history of the Dream Realm was overshadowed by the calamitous destruction of the Doom War, and while it was possible to learn a thing or two about the previous eras, the devastation had erased most traces of the last human civilizations.

      So, Sunny had never actually expected to behold the Black Mountain again.

      He stared at its distant peak in bewilderment. Then, a sense of subtle curiosity bloomed in his heart.

      ‘...Might as well take a look'

      Sunny actually felt a hint of sentimentality.

      Back then, it took the caravan days to scale the mountain pass, Sunny remembered the agony of walking up the mountain road vividly - the cold, the pain, the biting touch of the iron shackles that shredded his wrists. He had felt so tired and weak, not knowing if he would survive the cruel march.

      Many of the slaves had not, and ended up being tossed off the cliff after falling into the snow.

      It was a hard thing, to climb a mountain while hungry and on the verge of freezing.

      Today, Sunny simply stepped into the shadows and appeared halfway up the slope.

      Step, step, and another step.

      Just like that, he was standing below the towering edifice of the Black Mountain.

      Thousands of years had passed since the day the slave caravan was destroyed. The mountain road had already been old and crumbling back then now, no trace of it remained.

      For a few moments, Sunny contemplated staying here for a while to find the old bones. He was curious to know what had actually happened to the nameless slave and Auro of the Nine. Had they escaped the Mountain King? Or had they perished?

      He was quite certain that Auro had survived. But what about the young temple slave?

      However, Sunny quickly dismissed that idea.

      It would take him months, or maybe even years, to dig through the snow and find the traces of the caravan if any traces remained, Even then, there was no guarantee that he would be able to tell anything about the past from them.

      So, with a sigh, Sunny looked up, at the peak of the Black Mountain.

      The only place he could visit was the mysterious temple that had stood there, surrounded by bones.

      But before that...

      He could feel enemies rushing at him from all sides. A moment later, the snow exploded, and hideous figures lunged at him with frenzy burning in their milky-white eyes.

      The slaughter was swift and ruthless.

      Sunny did not even summon a weapon, using the spiked gauntlets of the Onyx Mantle to crush the abominations. He danced between them like an omen of death, coldly and methodically destroying one after another.

      Until none remained.

      The snow was painted red by blood, and a fine crimson haze hung in the air.

      ‘Huh.'

      Sunny studied the broken corpses, which littered the ground like a carpet. The creatures were hideous and appalling, resembling something that a mad artist would paint after waking up from a feverish nightmare, Most of them were Fallen Beasts and Monsters... and although he was sure that he had never fought such creatures before, they reminded him of something.

      Mostly because he had subjugated a legion of Mountain King's Larvae in Antarctica not too long ago.

      Although these abominations were different and much more powerful, they resembled the Larvae a lot.

      Sunny smiled faintly.

      ‘Will I be reunited with the Mountain King?’

      If that thing wasn't dead, it would have grown much more powerful by now...

      But no, the chances were slim. The forces of Valor had eradicated the most dangerous Nightmare Creatures in this area of the Dream Realm during their march north, and they would not have tolerated a powerful Tyrant remaining in their rear.

      Even if the Mountain King had survived the thousands of years without leaving the Black Mountain, he would have been dealt with by someone like Whispering Blade, or maybe even Anvil himself.

      With a sigh, Sunny took another step through the shadows and appeared directly on the peak of the Black Mountain.

      He stood there motionlessly for a while, looking ahead with an expression of awe on his pale face.

      The nameless temple... was still there, under the moonlit sky.

      At the highest point of the mountain, a vast expanse of flat rock was covered with snow. In the center of it, illuminated by moonlight, stood a magnificent temple. Its colossal columns and walls were cut from black marble, with exquisite reliefs decorating the stygian pediment and broad frieze. Beautiful and awesome, it looked like a palace of a dark god.

      At least it did once. Now, the temple was in ruins: fractures and cracks marred the black stones, parts of the roof had collapsed, letting in ice and snow. Its tall gates were broken, as if smashed into pieces by the hand of a giant.

      The black temple did not change at all. It was as if thousands of years had no effect on it whatsoever.

      The only thing that changed was that now, there were even more bones surrounding it. There were thousands of bones scattered around, carpeting the ground. Some belonged to Nightmare Creatures, while some seemed to be quite human.

      Come to think of it...

      ‘Why are there so many bones here?'

      Was this where the Mountain King had devoured its victims? Somehow, Sunny doubted it. The Tyrant had consumed the slaves right where he had killed them, after all.

      No, before that.

      What was this temple, exactly?

      Back then... Sunny remembered Scholar mentioning that pilgrims used to climb the mountain in the ancient times. Who were these pilgrims, and what had they worshipped?

      He had assumed that this was one of the Shadow God's temples that the Empire had destroyed, but the timing did not make sense. The destruction of the Shadow cult was a recent event during his First Nightmare... however, the temple looked as if it had been ruined thousands of years ago even then.

      And when Sunny spilled his blood on the altar, the Spell described it as an offering to all the gods. It was just that Shadow had been the only one to answer.

      Stranger still...

      The gods had still been alive at the time of the Nightmare. And yet, the Spell spoke of them as dead.

      Sunny shivered.

      Had his offering... reached the actual gods, and not a substitute of them put in place by the Spell? Was the Spell even capable of creating illusory copies of the gods?

      Probably not.

      If so, what did it mean? And how had Shadow God granted him a blessing from beyond the grave?

      Well... that last part wasn't that surprising. The gods were the ones who had created things like time and death, after all. So, it wasn't strange to Imagine that they had a special relationship with these laws, A god could very well respond to a question before it was asked, and bless a slave who had offered himself as a sacrifice despite being dead.

      Especially if that altar stood in a very special place.

      The black temple...

      Sunny hesitated, unsure of what to think. Now that he had found the ruined temple again, he realized that he didn't actually know anything about it.

      He was certain of one thing, though. This place...

      It felt sacred.

      A sense of solemn, silent sanctity was emanating from the obsidian walls of the ancient temple. It looked majestic and beautiful in the moonlight, and although the ground around the ruin was littered with bones, it did not feel vile or ominous at all.

      With a sigh, Sunny headed toward the broken gates of the temple.

      And as he was approaching...

      He felt it.

      He did not see it, and he did not hear it. He did not even perceive it with his shadow sense.

      But somehow, he knew.

      There was something in front of him... a vast, invisible, intangible being. One that was reaching out to him, emanating a subtle sense of purity, loneliness, and power.

      Suddenly, Sunny realized why there were bones scattered everywhere at the peak of the Black Mountain.

      However, the guardian of the temple did not seem to hold any malice toward him. Instead, there was a sense of... joy, and recognition.

      The invisible being was reaching out to something in Sunny's soul.

      The golden light... the flame of divinity.

      Sunny's eyes widened a little.

      'I... I didn't even know.'

      Back then, he had felt nothing when entering the temple. But the bones had been there, which meant that the guardian had been there, as well. And yet, it let Sunny in instead of adding his corpse to the pile of bones.

      Because it had sensed a faint mark of divinity on his soul.

      ...The Mountain King, too. Since the Tyrant entered the temple, it must have been touched by divinity once, as well.

      Sunny had not known how close to death he had come, and how lucky he was to survive.

      ‘Would it let me pass now?'

      Taking a deep breath, Sunny looked forward, and stepped through the gates of the nameless temple.
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    Chapter 1799: Back to Civilization


    Sunny returned to the outskirts.

    After years spent in the wild reaches of the Dream Realm, NQSC was like an explosion. Sunny almost fell to the ground after being assaulted by a myriad of movements and sensations. There were sounds, scents, and countless scenes. Most of all, there were shadows... a vast legion of them, all moving and changing, surrounding him like a boundless whirlpool.

    Overwhelmed by them, he spent several days hiding in an abandoned room at the top of a ramshackle dormitory hive.

    His mind wasn't ready for the sensory overload of being among hundreds of millions of people subduing his shadow sense, he waited for a while, slowly preparing himself to face humanity again.

    Gradually, Sunny let his senses lose. First to envelop a few levels of the dormitory hive, then all of it. Laying in the darkness, he could feel thousands of humans go about their harsh lives, observing their sorrows, joys, and struggles.

    Then, his shadow sense extended outward, enveloping the outskirts one street after another.

    At some point, Sunny felt as if he was an invisible, omniscient deity. The area he could perceive was too vast for his mind to concentrate on each shadow, to witness every person - and yet, there was no better way of throwing himself into the half-forgotten feeling of being human.

    Slowly, the feral grip of solitude that the Dream Realm had on his mind loosened. Sunny remembered how to be a person again.

    His status in the waking world was... questionable. He didn't really exist. A nice family was now living in his terrace district house. He had no money, nо citizenship, and no home.

    Which was pretty much exactly how it had been, back in the days of living as an outskirt rat.

    A very familiar situation.

    Of course, Sunny himself was entirely different from his younger self. He was a Saint now, which meant that he wasn't just a rat... he was the strongest, most vicious and fearsome rat in the world. The loftiest rat there was.

    A true rat king.

    The outskirts themselves had changed, as well. They were much emptier, as if someone had culled the population of this miserable place in the past few years. Sunny knew that many of the most disenfranchised people of the waking world had been seduced by the lure of the Dream Gates - one of his incarnations had followed Rain to Ravenheart, after all. But knowing and seeing were two different things,

    'Even this place can change, huh.'

    He felt… uprooted, somehow. But it was a good thing, for this part of his part to have changed.

    Moving in the shadows, Sunny found a better place to stay and thoroughly washed himself. Then, he procured a cheap communicator and a sizable sum of credits. Things that had been insurmountable for him as a kid were easier than breathing now.

    He did not have to scrounge for food and shelter. He did not have to fear the other humans populating the city slums.

    He could survive here with no effort whatsoever... live as lavishly as he wanted, even.

    But what was the point if the world was already falling apart?

    Sunny did not care about the bitter past. It had no hold over him anymore.

    He... had outgrown the outskirts.

    After getting himself in order, Sunny sighed, turned into a shadow, and reached for the tether.

    His original body was still tethered to the Ivory Island... of course, the Ivory Island had long left the Chained Isles by now, and the Crushing was no more.

    With its departure, the force keeping the flying islands afloat had weakened significantly, accelerating the demise of the region. The Sanctuary of Noctis was situated at the edge of the Chained Isles, so it was still safe, However, more and more islands fell into the Sky Below with each year, In a few decades, most likely, there would be none left, erasing the last remains of the Kingdom of Hope.

    Except for the Ivory Tower itself.

    Sunny had expected to find himself above Bastion, but it seemed that Nephis and Cassie had been sent out to accomplish a mission. The beautiful island was moving across the sky of the Sword Domain, and the Fire Keepers were preparing for battle.

    Sunny did not disturb them and jumped off the edge, unnoticed.

    Turning into a crow, he glided to the ground and watched the Ivory Island drift away.

    Then, with a sigh, he summoned Nightmare and climbed into the saddle.

    Funnily enough, his destination was in the north.

    Sunny had plenty of time to consider the situation while getting his bearings in the outskirts, and although he did not have a concrete plan yet, he knew that one place would play a great role in the approaching war.

    A Death Zone known as Godgrave.

    So, that was where he headed.

    Of course, to get there, he had to cross most of the Sword Domain first.

    Strangely enough, the journey was relaxing.

    Sunny had spent so much time braving the deadliest regions of the Dream Realm that the territories conquered by humans seemed peaceful and safe. As long as he remained vigilant, nothing here could seriously threaten him.

    Granted, the Dream Realm was still dire and full of dangers. Overconfidence was still an insidious killer, and one mistake could cost him his life, it was just that the scale of that mistake had to be quite significant now.

    Nevertheless, Sunny enjoyed the feeling of being at the top of the food chain. He rode Nightmare while four of his shadows served as a stealthy vanguard, circling him at a distance. That way, he was alerted of any danger long before it could pose a threat.

    Sunny avoided the human settlements, but sent his shadows to observe them and collect the news from time to time. He was learning more about the current situation in the two worlds, and slowly working out the basics of a plan.

    ...A couple of weeks later, a mountain chain barred his path. It was much less impressive than the dreaded expanse of the Hollow Mountains, but still had a bad reputation. When Sunny was a small child, these mountains were the northern boundary of the human enclave in the Dream Realm.

    After Valor's northward expansion, though, they were simply a natural barrier in the heart of the Sword Domain now.

    Sunny studied them with a slightly surprised expression. Not because of their historical significance, but for an entirely different reason.

    These mountains...

    'No way.’

    He recognized them.

    The steep rocky slopes were barren, and sharp ridges were covered in snow. There was one mountain that towered above the rest, though...

    Jagged and lonesome, it dwarfed other peaks of the mountain chain, cutting the night sky with its sharp edges. A radiant moon bathed its slopes in the ghostly, pale light.

    It was the Black Mountain from his First Nightmare.
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      Chapter 1800: Return to the Black Mountain


      Sunny often thought about the slave caravan, but he never actually tried to learn more about the events that had transpired in the Nightmare.

      He knew that they had happened at the dusk of the Golden Age, not long before the start of the Doom War. Back then, the gods had grown indifferent and distant, and the soldiers of an expansionist empire that worshipped War wiped out the Shadow cult, burning down all its temples.

      However, he did not know much about that empire and the lands it had conquered. The history of the Dream Realm was overshadowed by the calamitous destruction of the Doom War, and while it was possible to learn a thing or two about the previous eras, the devastation had erased most traces of the last human civilizations.

      So, Sunny had never actually expected to behold the Black Mountain again.

      He stared at its distant peak in bewilderment. Then, a sense of subtle curiosity bloomed in his heart.

      ‘...Might as well take a look'

      Sunny actually felt a hint of sentimentality.

      Back then, it took the caravan days to scale the mountain pass, Sunny remembered the agony of walking up the mountain road vividly - the cold, the pain, the biting touch of the iron shackles that shredded his wrists. He had felt so tired and weak, not knowing if he would survive the cruel march.

      Many of the slaves had not, and ended up being tossed off the cliff after falling into the snow.

      It was a hard thing, to climb a mountain while hungry and on the verge of freezing.

      Today, Sunny simply stepped into the shadows and appeared halfway up the slope.

      Step, step, and another step.

      Just like that, he was standing below the towering edifice of the Black Mountain.

      Thousands of years had passed since the day the slave caravan was destroyed. The mountain road had already been old and crumbling back then now, no trace of it remained.

      For a few moments, Sunny contemplated staying here for a while to find the old bones. He was curious to know what had actually happened to the nameless slave and Auro of the Nine. Had they escaped the Mountain King? Or had they perished?

      He was quite certain that Auro had survived. But what about the young temple slave?

      However, Sunny quickly dismissed that idea.

      It would take him months, or maybe even years, to dig through the snow and find the traces of the caravan if any traces remained, Even then, there was no guarantee that he would be able to tell anything about the past from them.

      So, with a sigh, Sunny looked up, at the peak of the Black Mountain.

      The only place he could visit was the mysterious temple that had stood there, surrounded by bones.

      But before that...

      He could feel enemies rushing at him from all sides. A moment later, the snow exploded, and hideous figures lunged at him with frenzy burning in their milky-white eyes.

      The slaughter was swift and ruthless.

      Sunny did not even summon a weapon, using the spiked gauntlets of the Onyx Mantle to crush the abominations. He danced between them like an omen of death, coldly and methodically destroying one after another.

      Until none remained.

      The snow was painted red by blood, and a fine crimson haze hung in the air.

      ‘Huh.'

      Sunny studied the broken corpses, which littered the ground like a carpet. The creatures were hideous and appalling, resembling something that a mad artist would paint after waking up from a feverish nightmare, Most of them were Fallen Beasts and Monsters... and although he was sure that he had never fought such creatures before, they reminded him of something.

      Mostly because he had subjugated a legion of Mountain King's Larvae in Antarctica not too long ago.

      Although these abominations were different and much more powerful, they resembled the Larvae a lot.

      Sunny smiled faintly.

      ‘Will I be reunited with the Mountain King?’

      If that thing wasn't dead, it would have grown much more powerful by now...

      But no, the chances were slim. The forces of Valor had eradicated the most dangerous Nightmare Creatures in this area of the Dream Realm during their march north, and they would not have tolerated a powerful Tyrant remaining in their rear.

      Even if the Mountain King had survived the thousands of years without leaving the Black Mountain, he would have been dealt with by someone like Whispering Blade, or maybe even Anvil himself.

      With a sigh, Sunny took another step through the shadows and appeared directly on the peak of the Black Mountain.

      He stood there motionlessly for a while, looking ahead with an expression of awe on his pale face.

      The nameless temple... was still there, under the moonlit sky.

      At the highest point of the mountain, a vast expanse of flat rock was covered with snow. In the center of it, illuminated by moonlight, stood a magnificent temple. Its colossal columns and walls were cut from black marble, with exquisite reliefs decorating the stygian pediment and broad frieze. Beautiful and awesome, it looked like a palace of a dark god.

      At least it did once. Now, the temple was in ruins: fractures and cracks marred the black stones, parts of the roof had collapsed, letting in ice and snow. Its tall gates were broken, as if smashed into pieces by the hand of a giant.

      The black temple did not change at all. It was as if thousands of years had no effect on it whatsoever.

      The only thing that changed was that now, there were even more bones surrounding it. There were thousands of bones scattered around, carpeting the ground. Some belonged to Nightmare Creatures, while some seemed to be quite human.

      Come to think of it...

      ‘Why are there so many bones here?'

      Was this where the Mountain King had devoured its victims? Somehow, Sunny doubted it. The Tyrant had consumed the slaves right where he had killed them, after all.

      No, before that.

      What was this temple, exactly?

      Back then... Sunny remembered Scholar mentioning that pilgrims used to climb the mountain in the ancient times. Who were these pilgrims, and what had they worshipped?

      He had assumed that this was one of the Shadow God's temples that the Empire had destroyed, but the timing did not make sense. The destruction of the Shadow cult was a recent event during his First Nightmare... however, the temple looked as if it had been ruined thousands of years ago even then.

      And when Sunny spilled his blood on the altar, the Spell described it as an offering to all the gods. It was just that Shadow had been the only one to answer.

      Stranger still...

      The gods had still been alive at the time of the Nightmare. And yet, the Spell spoke of them as dead.

      Sunny shivered.

      Had his offering... reached the actual gods, and not a substitute of them put in place by the Spell? Was the Spell even capable of creating illusory copies of the gods?

      Probably not.

      If so, what did it mean? And how had Shadow God granted him a blessing from beyond the grave?

      Well... that last part wasn't that surprising. The gods were the ones who had created things like time and death, after all. So, it wasn't strange to Imagine that they had a special relationship with these laws, A god could very well respond to a question before it was asked, and bless a slave who had offered himself as a sacrifice despite being dead.

      Especially if that altar stood in a very special place.

      The black temple...

      Sunny hesitated, unsure of what to think. Now that he had found the ruined temple again, he realized that he didn't actually know anything about it.

      He was certain of one thing, though. This place...

      It felt sacred.

      A sense of solemn, silent sanctity was emanating from the obsidian walls of the ancient temple. It looked majestic and beautiful in the moonlight, and although the ground around the ruin was littered with bones, it did not feel vile or ominous at all.

      With a sigh, Sunny headed toward the broken gates of the temple.

      And as he was approaching...

      He felt it.

      He did not see it, and he did not hear it. He did not even perceive it with his shadow sense.

      But somehow, he knew.

      There was something in front of him... a vast, invisible, intangible being. One that was reaching out to him, emanating a subtle sense of purity, loneliness, and power.

      Suddenly, Sunny realized why there were bones scattered everywhere at the peak of the Black Mountain.

      However, the guardian of the temple did not seem to hold any malice toward him. Instead, there was a sense of... joy, and recognition.

      The invisible being was reaching out to something in Sunny's soul.

      The golden light... the flame of divinity.

      Sunny's eyes widened a little.

      'I... I didn't even know.'

      Back then, he had felt nothing when entering the temple. But the bones had been there, which meant that the guardian had been there, as well. And yet, it let Sunny in instead of adding his corpse to the pile of bones.

      Because it had sensed a faint mark of divinity on his soul.

      ...The Mountain King, too. Since the Tyrant entered the temple, it must have been touched by divinity once, as well.

      Sunny had not known how close to death he had come, and how lucky he was to survive.

      ‘Would it let me pass now?'

      Taking a deep breath, Sunny looked forward, and stepped through the gates of the nameless temple.
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        Ёмаё, возвращение к истокам произошло даже дальше, чем я думал, мы вернулись аж в 1 Кошмар, ах, аж захотелось перечитать Теневого Раба снова joy
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          G3 loves going back to the past, flashbacks and I must admit he does it incredibly well. The Forgotten Shore, Sunny's memories, etc.

          And most importantly, he makes these moments emotional, as if you go through and feel the same thing, but from the retrospective of a person who has gone through this and come to terms with what happened/or in a different state of mind. This gives a completely different effect than if we immediately saw these moments
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    Sunny returned to the outskirts.

    After years spent in the wild reaches of the Dream Realm, NQSC was like an explosion. Sunny almost fell to the ground after being assaulted by a myriad of movements and sensations. There were sounds, scents, and countless scenes. Most of all, there were shadows... a vast legion of them, all moving and changing, surrounding him like a boundless whirlpool.

    Overwhelmed by them, he spent several days hiding in an abandoned room at the top of a ramshackle dormitory hive.

    His mind wasn't ready for the sensory overload of being among hundreds of millions of people subduing his shadow sense, he waited for a while, slowly preparing himself to face humanity again.

    Gradually, Sunny let his senses lose. First to envelop a few levels of the dormitory hive, then all of it. Laying in the darkness, he could feel thousands of humans go about their harsh lives, observing their sorrows, joys, and struggles.

    Then, his shadow sense extended outward, enveloping the outskirts one street after another.

    At some point, Sunny felt as if he was an invisible, omniscient deity. The area he could perceive was too vast for his mind to concentrate on each shadow, to witness every person - and yet, there was no better way of throwing himself into the half-forgotten feeling of being human.

    Slowly, the feral grip of solitude that the Dream Realm had on his mind loosened. Sunny remembered how to be a person again.

    His status in the waking world was... questionable. He didn't really exist. A nice family was now living in his terrace district house. He had no money, nо citizenship, and no home.

    Which was pretty much exactly how it had been, back in the days of living as an outskirt rat.

    A very familiar situation.

    Of course, Sunny himself was entirely different from his younger self. He was a Saint now, which meant that he wasn't just a rat... he was the strongest, most vicious and fearsome rat in the world. The loftiest rat there was.

    A true rat king.

    The outskirts themselves had changed, as well. They were much emptier, as if someone had culled the population of this miserable place in the past few years. Sunny knew that many of the most disenfranchised people of the waking world had been seduced by the lure of the Dream Gates - one of his incarnations had followed Rain to Ravenheart, after all. But knowing and seeing were two different things,

    'Even this place can change, huh.'

    He felt… uprooted, somehow. But it was a good thing, for this part of his part to have changed.

    Moving in the shadows, Sunny found a better place to stay and thoroughly washed himself. Then, he procured a cheap communicator and a sizable sum of credits. Things that had been insurmountable for him as a kid were easier than breathing now.

    He did not have to scrounge for food and shelter. He did not have to fear the other humans populating the city slums.

    He could survive here with no effort whatsoever... live as lavishly as he wanted, even.

    But what was the point if the world was already falling apart?

    Sunny did not care about the bitter past. It had no hold over him anymore.

    He... had outgrown the outskirts.

    After getting himself in order, Sunny sighed, turned into a shadow, and reached for the tether.

    His original body was still tethered to the Ivory Island... of course, the Ivory Island had long left the Chained Isles by now, and the Crushing was no more.

    With its departure, the force keeping the flying islands afloat had weakened significantly, accelerating the demise of the region. The Sanctuary of Noctis was situated at the edge of the Chained Isles, so it was still safe, However, more and more islands fell into the Sky Below with each year, In a few decades, most likely, there would be none left, erasing the last remains of the Kingdom of Hope.

    Except for the Ivory Tower itself.

    Sunny had expected to find himself above Bastion, but it seemed that Nephis and Cassie had been sent out to accomplish a mission. The beautiful island was moving across the sky of the Sword Domain, and the Fire Keepers were preparing for battle.

    Sunny did not disturb them and jumped off the edge, unnoticed.

    Turning into a crow, he glided to the ground and watched the Ivory Island drift away.

    Then, with a sigh, he summoned Nightmare and climbed into the saddle.

    Funnily enough, his destination was in the north.

    Sunny had plenty of time to consider the situation while getting his bearings in the outskirts, and although he did not have a concrete plan yet, he knew that one place would play a great role in the approaching war.

    A Death Zone known as Godgrave.

    So, that was where he headed.

    Of course, to get there, he had to cross most of the Sword Domain first.

    Strangely enough, the journey was relaxing.

    Sunny had spent so much time braving the deadliest regions of the Dream Realm that the territories conquered by humans seemed peaceful and safe. As long as he remained vigilant, nothing here could seriously threaten him.

    Granted, the Dream Realm was still dire and full of dangers. Overconfidence was still an insidious killer, and one mistake could cost him his life, it was just that the scale of that mistake had to be quite significant now.

    Nevertheless, Sunny enjoyed the feeling of being at the top of the food chain. He rode Nightmare while four of his shadows served as a stealthy vanguard, circling him at a distance. That way, he was alerted of any danger long before it could pose a threat.

    Sunny avoided the human settlements, but sent his shadows to observe them and collect the news from time to time. He was learning more about the current situation in the two worlds, and slowly working out the basics of a plan.

    ...A couple of weeks later, a mountain chain barred his path. It was much less impressive than the dreaded expanse of the Hollow Mountains, but still had a bad reputation. When Sunny was a small child, these mountains were the northern boundary of the human enclave in the Dream Realm.

    After Valor's northward expansion, though, they were simply a natural barrier in the heart of the Sword Domain now.

    Sunny studied them with a slightly surprised expression. Not because of their historical significance, but for an entirely different reason.

    These mountains...

    'No way.’

    He recognized them.

    The steep rocky slopes were barren, and sharp ridges were covered in snow. There was one mountain that towered above the rest, though...

    Jagged and lonesome, it dwarfed other peaks of the mountain chain, cutting the night sky with its sharp edges. A radiant moon bathed its slopes in the ghostly, pale light.

    It was the Black Mountain from his First Nightmare.
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      1800 Return to the Black Mountain


      Sunny often thought about the slave caravan, but he never actually tried to learn more about the events that had transpired in the Nightmare.

      He knew that they had happened at the dusk of the Golden Age, not long before the start of the Doom War. Back then, the gods had grown indifferent and distant, and the soldiers of an expansionist empire that worshipped War wiped out the Shadow cult, burning down all its temples.

      However, he did not know much about that empire and the lands it had conquered. The history of the Dream Realm was overshadowed by the calamitous destruction of the Doom War, and while it was possible to learn a thing or two about the previous eras, the devastation had erased most traces of the last human civilizations.

      So, Sunny had never actually expected to behold the Black Mountain again.

      He stared at its distant peak in bewilderment. Then, a sense of subtle curiosity bloomed in his heart.

      ‘...Might as well take a look'

      Sunny actually felt a hint of sentimentality.

      Back then, it took the caravan days to scale the mountain pass, Sunny remembered the agony of walking up the mountain road vividly - the cold, the pain, the biting touch of the iron shackles that shredded his wrists. He had felt so tired and weak, not knowing if he would survive the cruel march.

      Many of the slaves had not, and ended up being tossed off the cliff after falling into the snow.

      It was a hard thing, to climb a mountain while hungry and on the verge of freezing.

      Today, Sunny simply stepped into the shadows and appeared halfway up the slope.

      Step, step, and another step.

      Just like that, he was standing below the towering edifice of the Black Mountain.

      Thousands of years had passed since the day the slave caravan was destroyed. The mountain road had already been old and crumbling back then now, no trace of it remained.

      For a few moments, Sunny contemplated staying here for a while to find the old bones. He was curious to know what had actually happened to the nameless slave and Auro of the Nine. Had they escaped the Mountain King? Or had they perished?

      He was quite certain that Auro had survived. But what about the young temple slave?

      However, Sunny quickly dismissed that idea.

      It would take him months, or maybe even years, to dig through the snow and find the traces of the caravan if any traces remained, Even then, there was no guarantee that he would be able to tell anything about the past from them.

      So, with a sigh, Sunny looked up, at the peak of the Black Mountain.

      The only place he could visit was the mysterious temple that had stood there, surrounded by bones.

      But before that...

      He could feel enemies rushing at him from all sides. A moment later, the snow exploded, and hideous figures lunged at him with frenzy burning in their milky-white eyes.

      The slaughter was swift and ruthless.

      Sunny did not even summon a weapon, using the spiked gauntlets of the Onyx Mantle to crush the abominations. He danced between them like an omen of death, coldly and methodically destroying one after another.

      Until none remained.

      The snow was painted red by blood, and a fine crimson haze hung in the air.

      ‘Huh.'

      Sunny studied the broken corpses, which littered the ground like a carpet. The creatures were hideous and appalling, resembling something that a mad artist would paint after waking up from a feverish nightmare, Most of them were Fallen Beasts and Monsters... and although he was sure that he had never fought such creatures before, they reminded him of something.

      Mostly because he had subjugated a legion of Mountain King's Larvae in Antarctica not too long ago.

      Although these abominations were different and much more powerful, they resembled the Larvae a lot.

      Sunny smiled faintly.

      ‘Will I be reunited with the Mountain King?’

      If that thing wasn't dead, it would have grown much more powerful by now...

      But no, the chances were slim. The forces of Valor had eradicated the most dangerous Nightmare Creatures in this area of the Dream Realm during their march north, and they would not have tolerated a powerful Tyrant remaining in their rear.

      Even if the Mountain King had survived the thousands of years without leaving the Black Mountain, he would have been dealt with by someone like Whispering Blade, or maybe even Anvil himself.

      With a sigh, Sunny took another step through the shadows and appeared directly on the peak of the Black Mountain.

      He stood there motionlessly for a while, looking ahead with an expression of awe on his pale face.

      The nameless temple... was still there, under the moonlit sky.

      At the highest point of the mountain, a vast expanse of flat rock was covered with snow. In the center of it, illuminated by moonlight, stood a magnificent temple. Its colossal columns and walls were cut from black marble, with exquisite reliefs decorating the stygian pediment and broad frieze. Beautiful and awesome, it looked like a palace of a dark god.

      At least it did once. Now, the temple was in ruins: fractures and cracks marred the black stones, parts of the roof had collapsed, letting in ice and snow. Its tall gates were broken, as if smashed into pieces by the hand of a giant.

      The black temple did not change at all. It was as if thousands of years had no effect on it whatsoever.

      The only thing that changed was that now, there were even more bones surrounding it. There were thousands of bones scattered around, carpeting the ground. Some belonged to Nightmare Creatures, while some seemed to be quite human.

      Come to think of it...

      ‘Why are there so many bones here?'

      Was this where the Mountain King had devoured its victims? Somehow, Sunny doubted it. The Tyrant had consumed the slaves right where he had killed them, after all.

      No, before that.

      What was this temple, exactly?

      Back then... Sunny remembered Scholar mentioning that pilgrims used to climb the mountain in the ancient times. Who were these pilgrims, and what had they worshipped?

      He had assumed that this was one of the Shadow God's temples that the Empire had destroyed, but the timing did not make sense. The destruction of the Shadow cult was a recent event during his First Nightmare... however, the temple looked as if it had been ruined thousands of years ago even then.

      And when Sunny spilled his blood on the altar, the Spell described it as an offering to all the gods. It was just that Shadow had been the only one to answer.

      Stranger still...

      The gods had still been alive at the time of the Nightmare. And yet, the Spell spoke of them as dead.

      Sunny shivered.

      Had his offering... reached the actual gods, and not a substitute of them put in place by the Spell? Was the Spell even capable of creating illusory copies of the gods?

      Probably not.

      If so, what did it mean? And how had Shadow God granted him a blessing from beyond the grave?

      Well... that last part wasn't that surprising. The gods were the ones who had created things like time and death, after all. So, it wasn't strange to Imagine that they had a special relationship with these laws, A god could very well respond to a question before it was asked, and bless a slave who had offered himself as a sacrifice despite being dead.

      Especially if that altar stood in a very special place.

      The black temple...

      Sunny hesitated, unsure of what to think. Now that he had found the ruined temple again, he realized that he didn't actually know anything about it.

      He was certain of one thing, though. This place...

      It felt sacred.

      A sense of solemn, silent sanctity was emanating from the obsidian walls of the ancient temple. It looked majestic and beautiful in the moonlight, and although the ground around the ruin was littered with bones, it did not feel vile or ominous at all.

      With a sigh, Sunny headed toward the broken gates of the temple.

      And as he was approaching...

      He felt it.

      He did not see it, and he did not hear it. He did not even perceive it with his shadow sense.

      But somehow, he knew.

      There was something in front of him... a vast, invisible, intangible being. One that was reaching out to him, emanating a subtle sense of purity, loneliness, and power.

      Suddenly, Sunny realized why there were bones scattered everywhere at the peak of the Black Mountain.

      However, the guardian of the temple did not seem to hold any malice toward him. Instead, there was a sense of... joy, and recognition.

      The invisible being was reaching out to something in Sunny's soul.

      The golden light... the flame of divinity.

      Sunny's eyes widened a little.

      'I... I didn't even know.'

      Back then, he had felt nothing when entering the temple. But the bones had been there, which meant that the guardian had been there, as well. And yet, it let Sunny in instead of adding his corpse to the pile of bones.

      Because it had sensed a faint mark of divinity on his soul.

      ...The Mountain King, too. Since the Tyrant entered the temple, it must have been touched by divinity once, as well.

      Sunny had not known how close to death he had come, and how lucky he was to survive.

      ‘Would it let me pass now?'

      Taking a deep breath, Sunny looked forward, and stepped through the gates of the nameless temple.
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    Not related to the chapter.

    If Sunny becomes a sovereign and manifest his own domain, doesn't that mean he'll be the only person to have 2 domains?
    He could set 1 domain at 2 diff locations or combine the 2 and have the biggest domain ever.
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      I don't think it works that way. Domain is only one no matter what, Sunny could icrease Range or in other words Area his Domain affects, but it's not give him 2nd Domain. His Shadows could become manifistations of different Domain parts, like Dream God and Daemons, but that is still only 1 Domain just divided into different parts.

      So yeah it would just increase it's Range, and it wouldn't make his Domain Stronger just larger. That is assuming that his Domain is something that needs to be manifested and not working passively or affect different part of existence. We'll learn it when he finally gets so called "Particle Domain" that Nephis has.
      Note: You could say Sunny's "Particle Domain" is "Shadow Resurection", but that just doesn't give us a lot of hints on what his Actual Domain would be.
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      Já pensou que onde quer que os mortos residam eles poderiam volta usando sunny, tipo sunny tem um fragmento do dominio da morte, e o deus das sombras outro, e se antes dos deuses morrerem ele fizeram um plano de voltar, como se shadow fosse um reino e sunny o portão que separa esses dois mundos, e na guerra final ele pudesse abrir as portas pra os deus antigos lutarem junto com ele contra o setimo
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      Not two domains but two authority’s, or his main authority and some lesser ones, for example the crown he received in the third nightmare would be so overpowered, and he will probably receive some
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    'I am nobody. And I have nothing.’


    This sure hits differently after that part several chaps ago
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    Unrelated to the chapter.
    We never saw Corrupted Shadow Creature, yeah we saw Mad Prince but he was Corrupted Human with Shadow Aspect, not Shadow Creature like Nightmare(even in 2nd Nightmare he was Awakaned Terror, not Fallen, he just went insane due to his grief and Hope's curse). Fiend was Corrupted but he wasn't Shadow Creature, his affinity to Shadows was due to him eating piece of Sunny's flesh. So it could be that Shadow Creatures can't be Corrupted but just getting destroyed instead, and thats explains why we never saw Corrupted Shadow Creatures in whole Shadows Slave.

    I definitely could be wrong though, I think somebody else talked about encountering Shadow Creature or something idk.
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      I think even before the shadow creatures could be corrupted, they were hunted to near extinction. Remember sunny's first nightmare, when he was a remnant of a shadow temple? Even that time with solvane. I think the other gods' temples, at least war, probs had a crusade against shadow's lineage and eradicated it leaving only a trace minority. When the corruption hit, as you said, there is a good chance that shadow creatures are incorruptible one way or another, and rather than fall into corruption, they simply succumbed to true death, eternal rest, or whatever death's children go into.
      Unless other info is revealed about the nonexistence of corrupted shadows, i think this is the most plausible reason for the time being
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      I don't think that's true since the mad prince was corrupted and sunny would be corrupted too if he didn't borrow nephis's longing
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        but sunny is not a shadow creature. he is a shadow but is also human.
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      I had a theory derived from some of the words of the Shadow God. "everything will find peace in me" or something like that. The theory is that the Shadow God cannot be corrupted because of his nature and maybe Sunny will learn this too.
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      you're right.
      the only being related to shadow i remember was the shadow spawn sunny turned into in the second nightmare but that is if not taking his steed nightmare and those shadow god worshipers from his first nightmare into account
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    Wanna see if mc fight with Asterion kiaa
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    I love this chapter, probably my favorite or one of them at least. Sunny sat down, thought about the past, decided what to do and proceed to do it.
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    A wake up call to reality
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      Snap back to reality,
      Ope there goes gravity
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        Eminem
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