1580 What You Wished For
'Gods… oh gods…'
The pain… was exquisite.
It was inconceivable.
It was the kind of pain that could kill a person, or at least make the pass out in an instant. Sadly, the latter did not happen, because the pain was not physical.
Instead, its source was Sunny's soul, which was being altered and transformed.
Not in a way it had been changed every time a new core was formed, but rather in a way his blood and bones had been altered in the past.
"Aaargh!"
Sunny hit the lid of the sarcophagus with enough force to split his skin and fell to the ground, the carpet of leaves softening his fall.
'Wh—what… what the hell?! How… is… this possible?!'
He knew what was happening to him. However, he had no idea why it was happening, and how eating the golden fruit from the tree growing above the grave of Oblivion had caused it.
In any case, Sunny had no choice but to endure.
He wasn't shy about screaming and howling in pain, though, especially because there was no one here to witness his sorry state.
D—damn it! Damn it! D…damn it all!
After an eternity — this time, quite a literal one, considering that time did not exist in the Estuary — Sunny found himself laying on the ground, staring blindly at the beautiful crown of the mystical tree. His body felt weak, and his face was wet with tears.
...Curses.
That one was definitely going into the collection of the most horrendous agonies he had experienced. What place? Probably not the first, which was still held by activating the [Where is my eye?] enchantment of Weaver's Mask. But it was a confident second.
Ah…
Sunny groaned, and then shakily rose to his feet. Then, he took inventory of his soul.
It felt… different, somehow. And much, much more potent.
Already knowing what he would see, Sunny summoned the runes.
It can't be… can it?
But it could.
There, in the shimmering field of runes, a new string appeared in the list of his Attributes.
Pale as a ghost, Sunny read:
Attributes: [Fated], [Flame of Divinity], [Master of Shadows], [Blood Weave], [Bone Weave], [Marble Shell]...
And at the very end, a new one:
[...Soul Weave.]
He sucked in air, stunned.
'How the hell…'
Concentrating on the new string, he read the description:
Attribute Description: [You have inherited a part of Weaver's forbidden lineage. Your soul has been altered and imbued with stalwart potency.
A lonely demon shed tears standing above a forgotten grave. A tree grew from the ground where the demon's tears fell, and from it grew a wondrous fruit.]
Sunny stared at the runes for a while, then dismissed them and concentrated on his soul.
It felt… reinforced, somehow.
His essence felt much more potent, and the rate at which it replenished itself was much faster. The soul itself seemed more robust and durable, capable of withstanding a terrible amount of damage and maintaining its integrity even if large swathes of it were entirely destroyed.
Briefly diving into the soul sea, Sunny glanced at his six lightless cores. They did not look very different, at the surface, apart from the fact that the dark flames burning within them seemed even darker now, and more fierce.
However, once he peered into the depths of his cores… was he seeing things, or had he glimpsed a weave of ethereal golden strings creating a graceful pattern within the six black suns?
Sunny left the Soul Sea, both elated and perplexed.
'So… I inherited another part of Weaver's lineage. Soul Weave. That's great.'
It was, indeed, a remarkable boon.
'...But what the hell was it doing here?'
It was already shocking enough to find Oblivion's grave. But why was a fragment of Weaver's lineage left there? If anything, it should have been Oblivion's lineage… apart from the fact that no daemon except for the Demon of Fate had created one.
It was as though Weaver lost a part of his… her?... soul at the grave of Oblivion, for some reason. But why?
How had the two of them been connected?
And did it have something to do with the strange incongruity in the number of daemons that had participated in the Doom War?
Sunny did not know.
But all of it... was highly suspicious.
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