Not too far away. But not too close either.
A legion of shadows stood on a silent lake, seven lightless suns loomed over drowning it in darkness.
The legion of shadows stood in a great circle, in that circle, a inky–black dome stood. From time to time the dome would quake, causing ripples throughout the lake. Each of the silent shadows stared into the dome, their gazes not just looking at its surface…but gazing beyond it.
Inside the dome, a battle between a knight of Darkness, and a Divine Shadow, shook the fabric of existence.
The knight towered two meters in height, wrapped in gothic armor forged from once lusterless, anthracite steel. Now it was tapestry of cracks, and had a gaping gash on its side. Every part of the armor that remained, and was not broken, was decorated with intricate engravings that told a tale so horrifying that anyone would go insane from looking at them for too long.
The helmet of the Black Knight was dented, and missing half of its visor. However its curved horns remained intact. In the half broken visor, only one…of two ghastly red flames remained burning with a vicious rage.
Unfortunately for the Black Knight..
Its opponent was in a much better state.
***
The Shadow was formless, ever changing, like a shadow should be. Never static. He wore armor that appeared to be carved from flawless black jade, its once polished surface, now a net of shallow cracks, however it held its unfathomable dark luster. So dark, it seem to make the True Darkness the Black knight commanded, shine like a bright star in the night.
The Shadows' expression was indifferent, unmoving. That's because its face was a fearsome black mask of lacquered wood, carved to resemble a ferocious demon. with four fangs protruding from its mouth. There were three twisted horns rising from it like a crown. Inside the black chasm of its eyes was nothing but pure darkness
The two beings were tied together in a ferocious dance.
Sunny had long delved into the familiar sensation of clarity, bathing in the euphoria of battle. His newfound Supreme power was dreadful, so much in fact, that if it wasn't for the help of Shadow Dance, he would not have gotten used to his new strength and speed so quickly.
The Forsaken Knight managed to retrieve its lost long sword, not long after their exchange of cataclysmic punches. If the black Knight could feel regret.
It would have regretted challenging its Sovereign in a battle of strength.
Don't be misunderstood, the Black Knight strength is nothing to scoff at. It was a Cursed Devil after all. A true demigod…It's just that its former killer was something else.
Sunny's power was beyond understanding. It wasn't his Divine Aspect. Or the fact that he was a Titan. But it was the combination of all of his skills and powers. Making him appear to be at the summit of a mountain that none would ever come close to cresting.
Sunny wailed on the knight like a typhoon of darkness.
The shadows ripped, two Inky–black hands grew on his sides, one holding a tachi, the other a spear. In his true hands, he wielded a dark odachi. One after another his blows landed on the knight. Sunny dashed, striking overhead with his odachi, pushing the Black Knight back.
Leaping into the air he spun, lashing out with his spear and tachi. True Darkness wreathed all around, then sticking to the knight's long sword, elongating it.
Stepping back the knight evaded Sunny attack, then thrusting forward with its immensely long blade, striking Sunny directly in the chest. A grotesque gasp resounded from behind Weavers mask as Sunny was flung back into the wall of the Ruined Cathedral.
Not wasting a moment the Forsaken Knight dashed toward Sunny.
Leading with its shoulder it crashed into him like a bullet train.
'Mother fuc…'
His thought fizzled as the wall shattered behind his back.
Sunny stomach sank, as he fell from a great height..
'Wait…why am I falling for so long?'
Wind pelted his back, making his hair flutter about. He scanned his surroundings, he saw the Black knight not too far above him, to his sides and below him was nothing but darkness.
Like he was back in the Sky Below.
But a moment later the dark abyss trembled. Growing brighter. And forming into shape..
***
The foreboding Crimson Spire quaked.
From a distance, it looked like a bloodied sword that some primordial titan had thrust into the heavens. The crimson coral streamed from its walls like the blood of gods, spreading out from the base of the Spire to devour all of the Forgotten Shore. The tower itself seemed to stand on an island, which was surrounded from all sides by black water.
It quaked again, causing the waters to become aggravated.
Two dark specs rolled down the side of the spire.
'Wretched bastard! How are you still so hard to kill after all these years?!'
Sunny straddled the Forsaken knight, his fist slamming down onto its dented helm.
The one remaining crimson flame nestling in the visor of the knight ignited brightly, catching Sunny's hands locking them under his armpits. Sunny stared wide eyed.
'Shit.'
The dark knight slammed its head into Sunny's.
His vision blurred, the artificial sun becoming unbearably bright
Again the knight striked Sunny.
Again.
Again.
Again.
A trickle of blood slowly fell from his nose. However…
The fearsome Weavers mask remained pristine.. Untouched. Indifferent to all. The Black Knight stared into the abyss of its eyes…
The abyss stared back into the knight.
A dark sinister voice resounded from the mask.
"Not being in the worlds has managed to make me draw blood. What gives you the idea you're worthy.."
A heartbeat later Sunny mustered all his supreme strength and ripped his arms from the knight's hold. Grabbing its shoulders, Sunny raised his feet into the air…then slammed them into the knight's chest, at the exact moment they impacted the ground, whilst activating Feather of Truth.
***
An ear rupturing boom reverberated through the Forgotten Shore.
The Crimson Spire trembled. The black water crashed on to the island the spire stood on.
A large crater now resting near the spire's foundation.
Inside the crater was a man standing atop a dark knight. The knights anthracite chest plate shattered, along with it a small red ruby..
The fearsome man stood staring down at the corpse…if it could even be called that. His onyx hair flowing in the light breeze. His handsome face neutral, his unfathomably dark eyes cold.
The world around him accommodating to his presence.
"Find peace within me…again."
All around Sunny the world melted into shadows, and in a heartbeat he was back in the center of the circle formed by his legion of shadows in his Soul sea.
Now however, around a quarter of the shadows were bowing down to him, leading them in that bow was none other than the Forsaken Knight..
Sunny grinned darkly.
'Good..'
He looked around at his shadows.
"Who's next?"