Chapter 1238 So Bizarre

Chapter 1238 So Bizarre

The strings of the Memories created by the Spell were made out of soul essence... at least Sunny was convinced that they were. They were strings of ethereal, silver light.

The strings that Sunny himself weaved, however, were made out of shadow essence. Although they were a perfect substitute for the strings of light, they appeared entirely black. This was the reason why the weaves of the Memories he modified were like a patchwork of light and darkness.

...The weave of the Estuary Key, however, had no light at all. Every string of its vast and intricate tapestry was black, as if created out of shadow essence. It was just like the Siege Souvenir that Sunny had made and used to kill Goliath.

Sunny stared at the jagged piece of black stone, dumbfounded.

'What... what is the meaning of this?'

How could there be a Memory such as this if he had not created it?

Suddenly, there was cold sweat on his face.

'...Have I lost a part of my memories?'

Oblivion, oblivion... the answer was oblivion...

Sunny shifted, and his hand instinctively shot to the side, ready to grasp a weapon.

The Sin of Solace observed his panic with an amused smile.

A few seconds passed, then a few more. The Great River was peaceful and desolate, with not a threat in sight. Slowly, Sunny allowed himself to relax.

'Even if I somehow lost some memories, that wouldn't explain this damned Memory!'

Sunny was certain that he was not capable of creating a spellweave of such magnitude and complexity. He was nowhere near that level, as far as weaving was concerned...

Much more importantly, he knew for a fact that he was not capable of killing a Great Terror to collect six Supreme soul shards. Although, it this Memory was an artificial one, the soul shards could have come from six Great Beasts instead...

"Or six Sovereigns." Folloow current novÊls on nov/3lb((in).(co/m)

Nevertheless, the second explanation was even less believable than the first one. Too many things about it did not make any sense.

The third explanation had to do with the Great River, and the nature of time. Since time worked strangely in this Nightmare, it was... maybe?... possible that Sunny would create the Key of the Estuary in the future, but was somehow capable of already possessing it in the present.

He really didn't know that much about time... or rather, he knew just as much about it as any person would. Sunny was not ignorant, but time itself was like a perversion of itself here. In any case, he had no idea how it worked on the Great River. So, who was to say that something like that couldn't happen?

The third explanation was the most bizarre... and yet, it somehow sounded more plausible than the other two.

Sunny dismissed the Estuary Key and silently stared at the vast expanse of flowing water in front of him. The seven suns were slowly traveling across the blue sky.

'So, in conclusion. I have no idea how I ended up on this river instead of in the Nightmare Desert, no knowledge about what the Great River actually is, no hints about what to do to conquer the Nightmare, and no clue where the others are. And on top of that, there is a mysterious Memory in my soul, and the Sin of Solace seems to have gone through a strange transformation.'

Sunny sighed as he enjoyed the beautiful view.

"Wonderful."

The Sin of Solace glanced at him with a smile.

"I'm glad you're in a good mood."

Then, the apparition took a tentative step back and grinned.

"But, Sunny... shouldn't you be paying more attention to the surroundings in a situation like this?"

Sunny frowned for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He had been distracted by the barrage of weird revelations and lulled into a false sense of security by the beautiful tranquility of the Great River...

Which was why he was a second too late to sense a vast shadow rising swiftly from the depths below him.

Summoning a Memory, he cursed and jumped high into the air.

In the next moment, giant jaws tore the surface of the water on both sides of his makeshift raft and closed, turning it into thousands of sharp splinters...