The screen showed various options .
[The Estuary Of Truth ]
[The shadow of Godgrave]
[Noctis]
[The Battle For Falcon Scott]
[The Fall of Eberius Field]
[The March to death]
[Terror of Lo49]
Everyone started analyzing the options shown on the screen . There weren't any choices that were imposing nor they were given a clear choice .
Eventually The Government people told everyone that the Eberius field , Falcon Scott and Lo49 were places in the Antartica .
Now everyone was seriously examining choices . Some were mysterious while some were kind of straight .
Eventually the voting began alot of the votes were given for the Antartican viewings at the end . The result came out . Suprisingly the option called the estuary of truth won . Truth is a thing that can change people . They had already knowm that a disaster like America happened in Antatica , so the Estuary of truth which was an oddball won out .
[The Viewing Commenced]
There was the sound of wind whistling in Sunny's ears.
He was falling.
Flying through a sea of darkness, lost and disoriented, unsure of where he was.
'The… Estuary…'
Sunny felt his body plummeting through it at terrible speed.
Belatedly, he remembered the need to summon the Dark Wing and slow down his fall.
Or even a crow…
But it was too late for that .
Dazed, he caught a glimpse of an enormous black edifice swiftly approaching him from the darkness. It was like a rough, irregularly shaped, giant sphere of black stone that hovered in the void, eternal and indestructible. Strange mountains rose from its surface, hollow on the inside…
It looked like a giant stone heart.
Perhaps it was.
A moment later, Sunny saw Ananke's ketch collide against the surface of the sphere below him and shatter, fragments of wood flying to all sides.
There was no time to slow down his fall.
Gritting his teeth, Sunny looked at the swiftly approaching surface of the back stone. The moment his body would have been broken against it, he activated Shadow Step and dove into the shadows, instead, submerging deep into their dark embrace.
Hidden there, safe, he remained motionless for a while.
'I… made it?'
Sunny tried to calm down his feverish mind and moved up, returning to the surface.
Emerging from the shadows, he stepped on the surface of the weathered stone and instantly fell, feeling gravity pulling him down.
He was on a steep slope.
Sunny slid down that slope, surrounded by the fragments of broken wood. Despite the sharp rocks tearing at his skin, he did not allow himself to cry out in pain. Instead, he gritted his teeth, wrapped the surrounding shadows around his hand, and turned it into the clawed hand of a shadowspawn.
Twisting, Sunny struck the slope with his claws. They failed to penetrate the rugged black surface, sending sparks flying into the air — however, the friction alone slowed him down.
Eventually, Sunny came to a halt at the very edge of an abyssal drop, his feet dangling above an empty black void. The pieces of Ananke's ketch spilled into that void, disappearing in the darkness.
He remained laying for a few moments, catching his breath, then tried to access his surroundings.
There was no light in the world. He was surrounded by darkness, with only the weathered surface of black stone separating him from the abyss. The sound of roaring water came from somewhere far, far below, turning into a barely audible whisper.
It came from above him, too, and from all sides.
The whispers assaulted his mind, making him dizzy.
Sunny grimaced, then cautiously stood up, struggling to keep his balance on the steep slope. Finally, he looked around.
'So… this is the estuary'
The Screen shifted showing a completely new scene . Some people were already shivering at the thought of the place and just seeing it through a screen .
Looking down, Sunny shuddered as he read:
[Hail Weaver
Demon of Fate
Firstborn
of the Forgotten God]
***
Sunny stared at the familiar runes, dazed. 'Hail… Weaver…'
His mind was in a state of shock… or maybe epiphany. He couldn't tell. 'The… Forgotten God?'
So the Unknown, the progenitor of the daemons… was a god?
The seventh god?
How could it be?!
He raised a hand and wiped his face, suddenly feeling cold. There were only six gods. Sun God, War God, Beast God, Storm God, Heart God, and Shadow God. Which was strange, considering how obsessed the Spell — and the Dream Realm as a whole — seemed with the number seven. But who was the Forgotten God?
Where had another god come from, and how could he be the parent of the daemons?!
Daemons were said to have appeared out of nowhere, creating themselves…
'No, wait.'
If there was a seventh god — which was rather unbelievable, considering that Sunny had never seen him… her… it?... mentioned anywhere — then why would the Spell refuse to translate his name? And why did Sunny feel dizzy and nauseated when encountering the few, exceedingly rare mentions of him, written in the strange runes? And why was the name of Weaver written in the runes at the heart of the Tomb of Ariel? Sunny hesitated for a while, then walked further, heading for the next set of runes shining underwater some distance away. 'Forgotten God, Forgotten God…'
A seventh god existed, huh? That was… very strange. Soon, he reached the next set of shining runes. They read:
[Hail Hope Demon of Desire
Daughter
of the Forgotten God]
He frowned a little, then continued walking. Soon, he walked over the runes mentioning all seven of the daemons: Demon of Fate, Demon of Desire, Demon of Oblivion, Demon of Dread, Demon of Imagination, Demon of Repose, and the Demon of Choice — as well as Destiny. It seemed that even Ariel had forgotten to mention the name of the Demon of Oblivion. Or perhaps he had, but Sunny had already forgotten reading it.
[Everyone at the theatre also somehow forgot about the demon of oblivion]
In any case, all seven daemons were called the children of the Forgotten God. It was at that moment that a startling realization ignited in Sunny's mind, making him sway a little. 'Desire, Dread, Repose, Imagination, Oblivion, Destiny, Fate…'
The seventh god… the Forgotten God… was the progenitor of the seven daemons. In hindsight, it was all so obvious. 'Wouldn't it make him… Dream God?'
Dream God — the god of dreams, nightmares, restoration, imagination, oblivion, and fate.
People dreamed about what they desired. They saw nightmares about things they dreaded. Sleep brought with it rest, and was full of fantastical things. Dreams were easily forgotten, disappearing into oblivion. And, sometimes, dreams brought with them visions of fate… like the prophetic visions Cassie received when she slept.
Destiny, meanwhile, was the other side of fate. It all made sense. The seven daemons… each represented one of the Aspects of the seventh god, Dream God. Who had been forgotten and erased from history, for some reason, only mentioned in forbidden runes that could not be read by most people, and repelled anyone who tried.
Thus becoming...
The Forgotten God.
The screen shifted . Everyone at the viewing were completely shocked at the knowledge shown by the screen . The whole theatre had quieted down . No one having the courage to utter a word . Even the most composed who could handle almost anything like Mordret , Darion were also gasping at the knowledge they were being shown.
The screen now showed a new scene .