The Shadow Realm had not changed much since Sunny visited last. Granted, that visit had happened quite recently, during the final battle for the Eternal City.
Sunny himself, however, felt a bit different. The Spirit Weave had enhanced his Will, making the world feel much more malleable. It altered the inherent nature of his Will, as well, granting it a second innate affinity — or at least greatly enhancing what had already been there.
Before, the main trait of Sunny's will was Death. Now, however, he also felt a strong connection to Fate. He did not know what to do with that affinity, and honestly, it was quite paradoxical for his Will to possess it — after all, he was a fateless being.
Fateless, masterless... Sunless.
Sunny's whole existence seemed to be built around the absence of things.
Perhaps that was why he found the vast, silent, empty expanse of the Shadow Realm so soothing.
Walking across the obsidian dust and enjoying the silver radiance of the distant essence storms, he inhaled the cold air deeply.
"Still... I've done well for myself."
As someone who had been deprived of so many things, Sunny sure managed to achieve a great deal. He was a Supreme Titan, the ruler of the Forgotten Shore, the Lord of the Dark City, the commander of the Shadow Legion... he was also incredibly wealthy, highly accomplished in various fields, and very difficult to kill.
There was someone far more difficult to kill nearby, though.
Reaching the Graveyard of Serpents, Sunny walked over to the spot where the broken figure of Eurys used to rest against the ancient bone. Strangely enough, the talking skeleton was nowhere to be seen — there were, however, traces left in the dust. Sunny followed them.
He found Eurys a dozen kilometers away, laying listlessly at the bottom of a tall hill. The skeleton seemed to have crawled his way here, tried to climb the hill, and rolled back quite a number of times.
Now, his empty eye sockets were staring at the dark sky expressionlessly.
Clicking his tongue, Sunny sat on the dust nearby.
“Where were you going?"
Eurys remained silent for so long that Sunny began to suspect that he had really managed to die.
However, eventually, the creaky voice resounded from the depths of the cracked skull:
"My, oh my. I assumed you would never come back, boy. So, I took matters into my own hands.’
He paused, and then added:
"I had to take them into my hands because my legs are broken. I can't really move my feet."
The skeleton laughed at his own joke, his jaw making loud clacking noises.
Sunny observed him with a faint smile. “Oh? Right, I remember... you wanted to reach the heart of the Shadow Realm. To die properly before time catches up with you and you turn into a mad beast."
Eurys nodded.
"That's right."
Sunny shook his head.
"I guess it must be a coincidence that the Void Gate is also situated at the heart of the Shadow Realm. You wouldn't know anything about it, would you? And about how it was opened."
Eurys stared at him curiously.
“Oh, it was opened? My, oh my! I did not know."
It was difficult to say if he truly did not know or was simply pretending. Eurys had been nailed to that tree before the very end of the Doom War, after all. So, he would have been hanging on it powerlessly by the time the daemons decided to pull their last gamble.
Nether, Hope, Ariel, Mirage, and Rime...
No, actually, wasn't there one more?
Eurys clicked his jaw.
"Anyway, I wasn't planning to go to the heart of the Shadow Realm to die. It's just what shadows do, so I thought I'd follow the proper etiquette and get the full experience. A semblance of natural death, if you will. I had no idea that someone opened the Void Gate... well, actually, that’s a lie. I had an inkling. I don't really care about it, though." He stared at Sunny with his empty eye sockets.
“Whether it's open or closed, what difference does it make to me?"
The skeleton chuckled.

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