Weaver

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> *"Hail Weaver*
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> *Demon of Fate*
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> *Firstborn of the -unknown-"*
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> -- Chapter 277 Demon of Fate
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Nothing much is known about the Weaver, except for Sunny. It seems both of them are connected with fate.

## History

### Volume 1: Child of Shadows

The fourth-tier memory he got is of unknown rank and type that left him confused if the Spell did not really know or simply refused to let him know. He tried to forego the automatic translation and look at the runes themselves, but they were beyond his ability to translate. In fact, he had never seen runes of this type before. Weirdly, studying them caused him to feel dizzy and nauseated.
The drop of ichor can be consumed. Sunny was simply unwilling to let the opportunity go and went ahead to consume it. The golden sphere separated into two streams of beautiful, radiant liquid. Then, the golden liquid reached his eyes and flowed through them, entering his soul through the pupils. After some time, he fell into the soft embrace of spiderwebs, screaming, his whole body convulsing in spasms of terrible pain. The unbearable agony radiated through his nervous system, his mind drowning in the endless torrent of torturous, excruciating, harrowing suffering. Powerless to stop it, Sunny had no choice but to endure the agony. All he could do was try not to go mad from pain. There was no end to torture. Then, after what felt like an eternity. The pain subsided, lessened, and finally vanished. He was left lying on the thick carpet of spiderwebs, utterly drained and depleted.
Sunny remained motionless for a long time, slowly coming back to his senses. The memory of the terrible ordeal was still echoing in his mind, afraid of what he had done to himself. However, that wasn't the case, he didn't feel different at all. He was still human. Something did change, but he couldn't quite describe it. It was as though his vision was slightly different from before. The world seemed deeper, somehow. He only noticed the difference because of the contrast between his own perception and that of his shadow. Lowering his hand, Sunny noticed a drop of blood on one of his fingers. It came from a small scratch on his cheek, one that had not healed like the others. Deep inside his blood, Sunny noticed a barely visible hint of the golden shine. As if the radiant drop of golden liquid he had absorbed was still there, now a part of him, strongly diluted and fused into his own bloodstream. The shine was so faint that he had almost missed it. Sunny suspected that in the light, it wouldn't be visible at all.

### Volume 2: Demon of Change

The Memories and the Echoes were created by the Spell. They were artificial. The Stone Saint, too, was artificial, but in a much more mundane sense. She was made by a child of the Unknown, just like her Echo was made by the Spell. The technique that had been used to create the Stone Saint was eerily similar to the technique that the Spell used, but look extremely primitive in comparison. He then come up with a theory that the Spell itself had come from the Unknown. But there was too little information to actually consider it substantiated or even remotely believable. He needed to find out more, learn more, and uncover more before even beginning to understand the true story that connected the Spell, the gods, the Unknown, and his own life into one nightmarish tapestry.
On their journey to the edges of Forgotten Shore, following the thread of fate, Sunny risk his life to get the mysterious key from the Lord of the Dead. It was an intricate iron key, glowing with a pale golden light. The light of divinity. He had no idea what the key was supposed to open. But deep down, he sensed that the small iron key would turn out to be extremely important to him.

After getting back to the Dark City, Nephis and the rest fulfilled their promise to Sunny to help him kill the Black Knight that guards the ruined cathedral. Going alone into the hidden passage which led underground. Sunny entered a large chamber that seemed to be carved into the bedrock. On the other side of it, a large door forged from black steel stood, illuminated by two burning torches. The material of monolithic door looked eerily same as the alloy that the Black Knight had been made of. Also, the torches looked very strange. They seemed to be producing light, but it was pale and ghostly. There was no heat that came with it. The shadows cast by the ghostly flames were supposed to be dancing on the floor because of the movements of the fire. But instead, the shadows were absolutely still. It was as though the light of the torches had trapped and paralyzed them somehow. Ordering his own shadow to stay back, he went to open the door using the mysterious key he got before.

Behind the door, a small room was carved into the rock. And in it, a corpse in a dark mantle was chained to the floor inside a circle. Sunny couldn't tell if the corpse belonged to a man or a woman, because there was a strange mask covering its face. The mask was made out of black lacquered wood and carved to resemble the face of a ferocious demon. Inside the black chasms of its eyes, there was nothing but utter darkness. He took a closer look at the corpse that seemed to belong to a human. Then he saw the same runes the Spell use to describe the mysterious Unknown. Only that the intensity of the terrible effect they had on the mind of anyone who saw them was much, much stronger. Immediately, Sunny felt a splitting headache and a sickening, terrible sensation spreading through his mind. It was as though all his thoughts and memories were being torn and twisted. But despite all of it, Sunny persevered and kept staring at the final message that the prisoner had left behind. The last thing the person imprisoned under the cathedral wrote before succumbing to death, was a short prayer. "Hail Weaver, Demon of Fate, Firstborn of the -unknown-".

The mysterious Weaver whose forbidden lineage he had inherited was, in fact, associated with fate. Just like himself. Perhaps calling it a spirit or a daemon would have been more suitable — a mortal, but powerful and ominous deity. One different from gods, but sharing the same nature. Apart from the tantalizing revelation about the mysterious Weaver, he had noticed one other important thing by forcing himself to study the runes. Before, he had thought that there was a single entity that the Spell refused to call by its name and simply described as "-unknown-" — leading him to call it the Unknown. But now, he realized that there were actually two types of forbidden runes, and two things that the Spell did not know how or did not want to mention.

## References

1. ↑ Chapter 80 Spirit Of Exploration
2. ↑ Chapter 81 Weaver's Eye
3. ↑ Chapter 82 Fear Of The Unknown
4. ↑ Chapter 105 Living Stone
5. ↑ Chapter 204 Mysterious Key
6. ↑ Chatper 276 Black Door
7. ↑ Chapter 277 Demon of Fate