Shadow Slave novel Chapter 3080

It used to be that merely activating [Where is my eye?] was lethally dangerous to Sunny. His mortal mind was not meant to behold the endlessness of fate, so gazing upon it could utterly obliterate him. In fact, Sunny had come very close to being annihilated the first time he saw it — closer than ever before or after, perhaps.

Gradually, however, the situation changed. Now that Sunny was Supreme — a true demigod — his consciousness was vast and potent enough to survive glimpsing fate. Of course, he was still not qualified to perceive fate in all its infinite glory, but he could endure the burden of being exposed to it long enough to limit the scope of his perception, at least.

He could even touch the Strings of Fate, absorbing endless mysteries contained within them — witnessing events that had taken place in the ancient past, learning tantalizing secrets of the present... even glimpsing hints of the future that had been meant to come, but never arrived.

Sunny had been quite excited by that ability of his once, hoping that he could gain a treasure trove of knowledge by interacting with the Strings of Fate.

However, knowledge was a sword that cut both ways.

Sunny had not failed to learn from the examples of Cassie and Mordret.

Cassie had learned something that she was not meant to know, and had to destroy herself as a result. If not for the miraculous power of her Aspect, she would have been dead by now — or worse still, consumed by Corruption.

Mordret had glimpsed the terrifying truth of the Dream Realm as he ascended the pinnacle of Apotheosis, and was cast down into the boundless darkness of Corruption moments later. Unlike Cassie, he did not survive the sharp edge of knowledge. Sunny was in a similar position to them. He was powerful enough to brush against the forbidden truths of existence, but not powerful enough to survive them — and since there was no telling what he would see in the endless tapestry of fate, using his ability to gaze into the Strings of Fate was innately hazardous.

Still... as long as he was careful, it was less dangerous than blindly wandering the Underworld.

Granted, using [Where is my eye?] posed another danger. Despite how inexhaustible Sunny's reserve of essence seemed, the task of sustaining the active enchantment of Weaver's Mask still put a strain on it. Even if he determined the direction they had to follow, he would be left weakened for a while — weakened in the depths of the Underworld, no less.

But with Nephis and Saint there to pick up the slack, Sunny could take that risk.

He exhaled slowly.

Nephis studied him for a moment before asking:

"Are you ready?"

Sunny remained motionless for a moment, then shook his head and activated [Where is my eye?]

The great tapestry of fate revealed itself to him.

Suddenly, the endless darkness of the Underworld did not seem so endless anymore. In fact, it was utterly dwarfed by the infinite expanse of torn, tangled strings that permeated it like a spider's web — it seemed like an ant facing a vast, glittering galaxy.

He felt a terrible pressure descend on his mind, pushing it to the verge of shattering. Gasping, he swiftly blinded himself to the immensity of fate, concentrating only on a small part of the great tapestry — on himself.

Around Sunny, the mass of Strings of Fate was so thick that it almost looked like a solid wall. Countless threads pierced his body, wound tightly around him, as if he was a puppet controlled by a thousand puppeteers. Sunny did not know how he had managed to move under the weight of all these strings before... how he had been able to breathe before.

But now that the Strings of Fate were torn and untethered, they gave a little, allowing him a measure of freedom.

One of these threads connected him to Shadow Weave.

Now, he just had to find it.

Finding a single thread among the myriad Strings of Fate entangling Sunny was difficult, but not impossible. After all, each of them was different, and those touched by divinity were special. Sunny did not know how to describe the feeling, but it was as if all Strings of Fate had a unique presence that he could just barely sense.

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