Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2296

Rain knew that she had a talent for the Sorcery of Names. In fact, she was more or less born to be a Shaper.

Humans all spoke the same language these days, but before the Dark Times, people of Earth had spoken all kinds of them. Pieces of these languages still remained, passed down among family members for generations, and academics had to learn the basics of a few if they wished to study the past. Of course, there were powerful machines capable of translating ancient texts for them, as well.

Then there was the Dream Realm and the Nightmare Spell, which translated the dead languages of the fallen civilizations for the Awakened. There was the language that the Nightmare Spell itself used, too. Rain had not understood why her brother insisted on teaching her these dead languages, but in hindsight, it was a very useful skill to have.

She had noticed that countless of the Dream Realm languages were similar to each other a long time ago, almost as if they shared a common source. The runic language of the Nightmare Spell was the closest to that source, but it was still merely an adaptation of it.

Having studied Shaping for a while now, Rain had come to believe that there was one true language out there, woven into the very fabric of existence, a language where every word was a True Name.

The language of the gods.

Unlike the human languages, which had been invented, this one was inherent to reality, both shaped by the world and shaping the world. Therefore, speaking the words of that language was no different from reshaping the world. That was what Shapers did.

By channeling True Names and assembling them into Verses, they could change the world in accordance with their will. However, not just anyone could become a Shaper.

The knowledge of True Names was esoteric and lost. Anyone could learn the True Names as long as they found one, though, and yet, very few could actually speak them. After all, these Names were never meant to be spoken by a human. They were meant to be spoken by the gods.

Most people simply did not have the talent to master the True Names, but rare individuals like Rain and Lady Nephis could, to a degree. Still, it wasn't easy.

The True Names were elusive. Even learning one did not mean that you could know it. The knowledge of a True Name was effervescent, straining to erase itself, as if something that was not supposed to be retained by a human mind — like an object placed into an ill-fitting vessel.

Speaking the True Names was difficult, too. Even if one had the talent, they had to practice relentlessly in order to realize it. Then, there was the act of invoking the True Names itself — channeling them required a deep well of endurance, soul power, and a firm will. Faltering during an invocation could not only ruin the sorcery, but also harm the sorcerer.

And finally, there was the process of assembling the Verses. That aspect of Shaping was not particularly hard or punishing, but demanded a lot of creativity from the Shaper. That was the part Rain enjoyed the most.

Lady Nephis was the only other Shaper she knew, and it was interesting to see how different their talents were. Overall, Rain judged herself to be a more talented Shaper, which did not mean that she was a more powerful one, though.

Due to her innate Attribute, [Poet], Rain could learn and speak True Names easily. Building Verses came naturally to her, as well. However, Lady Nephis was indomitable. Once she learned a True Name, that Name could never escape her — therefore, she carried an astonishingly broad library of them in her mind.

And while Rain had an easier time speaking the Names, her teacher could channel them much more effectively due to how uncompromising her will was.

Rain was not really sure, but she strongly suspected that neither of them was an ordinary Shaper. True Shapers of the ancient past could neither have invoked the Sorcery of Names as easily as Rain could nor have known as countless Names as Lady Nephis knew, most likely. Therefore, they would have probably been astonished by the speed with which both of them were absorbing Shaping.

Today's lesson was, honestly, a bit alarming. The True Names Lady Nephis spoke were so violent and calamitous that Rain wasn't sure she could channel them without destroying her own soul. Her teacher, of course, had no such problem — there did not exist a Name that Lady Nephis would not dare invoke, and no Name she would fail to tame.

After a while, Rain was covered in sweat and trembling from exhaustion. Her essence was on the verge of running out.

‘Let us finish here.’

Nodding, Rain collapsed on the floor. There was no furniture in the spacious chamber, but she was happy to feel the cool touch of the stone plates. After a while, she sat up and smiled.

“I am not sure I will ever need to speak such horrible Names, teacher. After all, I want to be a builder, not a natural disaster.”

Lady Nephis smiled faintly.

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