Having sent the child away, and hoping that the tribesmen would not disturb it again, the shadow returned to its usual state of half-slumber.
It had already thrown the little girl, as well as her grandfather, out of its mind… however, for some reason, the shadow felt restless.
The peaceful state of being one with the world was not coming.
Instead, the shadow kept returning to the moment when it remembered a fragment from one of its past lives — the life of the ignorant man who had spoken about Shadow God with contempt, only to leave for the Realm of Shadows hours later.
That man had been a child once, as well.
The shadow remembered…
In that life, he had been fortunate.
He had been fortunate because he was born in the glorious Empire.
