Lying on the black sands of the Shadow Realm, a young human man clutched his face in despair. He sat up, scratching at his skin with trembling hands.
"Damn it… damn it… why? Why is this happening to me? Why can't I… live in peace?"
He had chosen the Path of Ascension to protect those he loved. And yet, here he was—broken. He had lost them. Not just his loved ones. Humanity itself had fallen. Extinct.
"I am the god of death and rest… the final sanctuary of the living… and I still couldn't stop the tide. I couldn't stop the Nightmare Creatures from devouring the world."
Nephis—the living goddess of mankind, embodiment of longing and desire—had fought by his side. When he and Nephis attained the rank of the Sacred, they believed they could hold back the nightmare flood before entering the Sixth Nightmare. They became more than human: he, the god of death, and she, the goddess of longing.
Together, they had cleaned Godgrave from the Cursed, hunted down monsters s and unholy beasts. Though victory came at great cost, they had pushed the frontiers of humanity to the very edge of the Dream Realm, unifying it all under Nephis's rule.
But it all crumbled the day they were attacked—overwhelmed by a legion of the Cursed, led by an Unholy Tyrant. They sensed the tyrant's presence before it even arrived, tearing through space and time like a real falling god They fought it across the fractures of past, present, and future.
What followed broke everything.
Nephis burned her soul, sacrificing her will to drag the Unholy Tyrant into death with her. She vanished into oblivion. And Sunny… was left alone.
He shattered—lost in the moment, forgetting the dying cries of those who still clung to life.
Jet. Effie. Kai. The Song Sisters. All perished. Humanity's greatest champions—gone.
Even the Saints and those below them succumbed to madness under the weight of the Unholy Tyrant's presence, abandoning dream realm to ruin.
Sunny fled to the Shadow Realm, resisting its call until his spirit grew tougher than steel. He hid, avoided the Cursed and the Unholy… but his mind emptied. He no longer knew what to do.
The shadows wept for their god—the one they revered—now exhausted, hollow, a shell of the legend he once was.
"I don't know what to do…" Sunny scratched his head. His divine mind spun through thousands of possibilities… and found only one.
He would weave a great tapestry of fate—not a true Nightmare Spell, for such a feat was beyond even him—but a crude imitation. It would send his soul back into the past, allowing him a chance… to change fate, to alter the shadow that he had become.
Sunny took a needle forged from the claw of a Cursed horror—a sacred Memory from the Fourth Tier. He stabbed it into his heart, smearing it with divine blood.
The Memory lit up with golden radiance. His blood shimmered like gilded ink. And then… he began to weave.
Thread by thread, he wove destiny—binding the spell to ten fragments of a Transcendent soul, and dozens of Sacred ones. They would fuel the spell.
He spent eighty years working in secret. Hiding, fighting, surviving. His incarnations labored endlessly, trading places to collect materials and soul fragments.
And now… he was done.
Sunny let out a breath. His black hair was a tangled mess. His skin was torn and scratched—an illusion, a mask he chose to wear. Pity gave him purpose. Misery became fuel.
Then, a voice rang in his mind. A voice he hadn't heard in so long.
[All preparations complete. Do you wish to initiate the return?]
It was Nephis.
The sound of her stirred something deep inside—longing, sorrow, the warmth of her rare smile. This was his final test.
He took a moment to compose himself.
"Begin the return."
[As you command.]
His vision darkened. Sunny felt his soul collapse inward, shrinking violently.
Then came the pain—agony so sharp it tore through his being.
One by one, the cores of his divine soul shattered.
Seven in total.
Each rupture drained his essence… until only one remained. And when the last broke…
He was nearly dead.
But then, he opened his eyes.
He floated in a black void. At the center—silver threads, woven in complex patterns. The Tapestry of Fate he had created.
With a mighty burst of power, the spell detonated. The threads vanished.
Sunny's present—his past—erased.
He was hurled through time, all the way back to when he was sixteen years old… before he had ever been touched by the Nightmare Spell.
[You have been delivered to the desired timeline.]
[Collision with Fate initiated to influence your Aspect.]
[Collision complete. Your Aspect has evolved.]
[A Nightmare Seed has been embedded in your soul.]
[Initiating self-repair of the 'Sunless Spell'.]
"…Ha. Hahaha… Hahahaha… I'm back. I'm back. I did it… I actually did it!"
Somewhere in the outskirts of the NQSC a teenage boy fell to the ground, laughing madly until he lost consciousness.
He was taken into custody by the police, suspected of being infected by a Nightmare Spell.