Weaver, the Daemon of Fate ,Master of lies and deciet. He was hated by both the gods and the Daemons yet they could not do anything to him. For in front of his treachery one no.. even the greatest beings could only admit defeat.
No one knew the extent of his plans, not the greatest seers , nor the gods , nor the Daemons, nor the forgotten one. Not Even Weaver himself.
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The world was painted in a shade of white.
It was cold, cold enough to freeze a soul.
However a shadow still slowly snaked on its surface .
"They're all dead" Sunny thought.
He had led thousands of mundane soldiers, hundreds of Awakened and his cohort against the winter beast. Yet it was all a failure against the abomination that even a Saint had fled from.
It was a suicide at mass scale, no, a failed sacrifice . They could have also fled on the lasts of ships like the rest did.
But they did not either to protect their loved ones in accursed city or to serve as a last vestige of hope and fight with conviction to defeat the abomination.
Now they all lay dead, yet there he was; The lone survivor, maybe the last hope for the Falcon Scott .
However the hope was dying, dying slowly as he advanced toward the Corrupted Titan , the thing was killing him without even showing its face.
Sunny advanced slowly , hesitantly .
Every meter that he covered felt unbearable, his thoughts kept slowing down maybe reminiscing was all he could do
Until the Shadow stopped, he was afraid , too afraid to advance anymore. Stopping in one place could not do as the lord of Winter also only came closer and closer.
"Ha" Sunny chuckled as he thought.
"One who once wielded the God of death's divine lineage and now commands shadows created from Death is afraid of Death. Well Even the shadow God couldn't escape his demise and I am only a Divine shadow"Sunny thought .
He felt that he must flee now ; abandon the route that his soldiers died in and flee from the winter beast.
Sunny felt like a tug at his soul, his entire being screaming at him to flee.
Sunny knew that it was the work of fate. Fate whose strings wrapped around him like an unbreakable cocoon would not let him die here.
Yet he felt hesitation to flee. All those soldiers has followed their plan until their last steps yet here he was already planning to be a coward.
He was a slave after all . First a slave to fate , then a slave to changing star. And now his fear was also enslaving him.
'Fuck it ' Sunny said as the shadow still moved forward in the absolute despair that was the cold .
The cold was totally unbearable. He had survived through the absolute coldest nights of NQSC in the outskirts without a roof shivering in tattered clothing.Yet this cold was worse. He felt as if it was his soul that was freezing bit by bit.
Every inch that he moved forward felt like treading on needles of ice. Yet there was something in his heart that wanted him to move forward. It was of course not a feeling of sacrifice nor of suicide. But one of finding freedom from fate.
In all his life he had maybe never felt this before. He felt free.
He arrived at the furthest he could . The cold was simply unbearable , too unbearable. He could not have proper thoughts anymore . But Sunny knew Death was only a meter away . And that meter came closer as the Winter beast strolled forward toward Falcon Scott.
He could see a silhouette in the distance . A bring made of ice was treading barefoot. Now he had seen it. The true body of the winter beast . It was right infront of him . If he could strike and kill the that body then Falcon Scott could still be saved . It was common knowledge that beings that controlled environment as a weapon and did not allow creatures near their true body were generally weaker in their physical form .
He had already killed an Corrupted Terror , what would a titan do more.
But they were the futile thoughts of a dying man . He could not reach it even though the winter beast was right infront of him.
Then as if sensing the thoughts of the Shadow the corrupted titan's eyes met him.
Immediately the already terrifying cold increase by multiples. Sunny felt as if he could or sense
Then the cold invaded his ethereal soul . It was a unreal feeling of having your soul being caught or restricted .
There were weapons or creatures who used soul attacks. But Sunny had seen for the first time one that could directly immobilize it.
Death was consuming it . All he had left were a few seconds . There was still a will in him that was trying to resist but he knew he was powerless.
"I've become weak" Sunny had no salvation , had recieved no mercy , no family or friends , maybe a sister by blood he didn't want to face.
All that made him accept his fate and be fearless of Death when the Spell had infected him.
But the raging time had changed him. He cared about other people now.
In this perilous state he was not lying to himself anymore.
He wanted to see his friends Kai and Effie . He wanted to see Cassie who despite having betrayed him , he still considered as like his little sister.
He wanted to see Rain and tell her that he was her older brother , maybe she would accept him as family.
Finally despite all that happened between them , Sunny now accepted that he indeed loved Nephis . He wanted to confess his feelings despite whatever would happen afterward.
I'm sorry Rain ,Kai , Effie , Cassie and Nephi...' A crystal clear drop fell from his eye .
However immediately a smile adorned sunny's face.
He wanted to die with a smile.
'Atleast I died better than a forgotten outskirt rat, I'd be happy if they make a cool movie about me , that bastard Castar got a chance for nothing, why won't I be starred as the great Changing Star's lover there.' He thought with a smile as the visteges of him faded away.
Death had given him mercy.
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In the endless and unfathomable tapestry of fate that stretched from the creation of the world, through the doom war leading to the promised future.
In the area where a very large amount of strings were concentrated into a cocoon just broke.
The strings broke , tottering into nothingness.
The ripple was extended and the other seemless golden strings of fate started breaking until the once countless strings of fate were now in shambles, broken and dull.
'For Fate had been Broken'.