Chapter 743: Appraisal (1/2)

Chapter 743: Appraisal

[Your nightmare is over]

[Prepare for appraisal…]

Once again, Sunny found himself in the space between dream and reality The boundless black void was illus of silver light connecting theether to form an infinite, beautiful pattern

Now that he had a nascent understanding of sorcery, Sunny saw the pattern differently His old suspicions grew stronger, slowly turning into a certainty

This was the inner sanctum of the Spell And if the Spell had been created by Weaver… then what he was looking at was its weave

The ht, however, were not the same as the threads of essence he could create himself

…Instead, the Spell eaved fros of Fate itself

As that realization took root in his heart, Sunny shuddered The scale of the cosht and numerous stars that surrounded hilimpsed its true nature, it suddenly seemed even more inconceivable

Yes, Weaver was called the De its very fabric to create a titanic enchantment was too incredible, even for the firstborn of the Unknown

For a daeain

"We are their Flahat did she mean?"

Hope's answer had shaken him to the very core The implications were too… unthinkable He did not truly understand what she had h he was at the precipice of a vast and terrible truth

Sunny was still far away fro that truth, however

Were the daemons personifications of the Flaws that the Gods had shed? Is that how the Gods had become flawless? Or had the Gods been flawless before the daemons appeared, instead?

None of it made any sense How did the Unknown, from whom the daemons had come, fit into this? Was there a hint at who or what the Unknown had been… or was?

As always, there were too many questions, and al that became clear, however, it was that the relationshi+p between the Gods and the daeht

"How infuriating…"

Sunny had learned a remarkable secret, but had no way to understand it He stared into the distance for sohed

"Well, whatever I am too small and weak to concern myself with the secrets of the divine, anyway"

…Although he was not as small and weak as he had been before

He was a Master!

Or rather, was about to becohts, the Spell finally spoke:

[Awakened! Your trial is over]

It voice continued to resonate in the black void:

[A lonesome shadow came to a land of shattered dreae, but escaped by weaving sorceries from its own soul The shadow beheaded itself to take the slave collar off its neck, and lost its heart to win its freedo the coliseuot ensnared It lived a hundred lives and died a hundred deaths within a dreadful night what it was and where it cahtain, the shadow befriended a mad sorcerer, a feral child, a crippled archer, and a blind prophet Together, they collected the deaths of the iainst the holy city

The lords were killed, the city was destroyed

The shadow broke the chains of Hope, and set Desire free]

[You have slain an Awakened…]

The Spell went on to list everyone and everything he had killed inside the Night to ti for the Spell to finish with that part of the appraisal