Chapter 1351: Beware of Future Versions of Yourself Bearing Gifts

The Sin of Solace. 

These words were clearly a part of the ghostly spellweave of the Estuary Key. Sunny stared at them intently, feeling a strange mix of confusion, curiosity… and dread. 

What the hell was the meaning of this?

Shifting slightly, he looked at the sword wraith. The apparition stood in the shadows, wearing a bored and resentful expression. Sunny had grown so accustomed to the company of the Sin of Solace — first in the form of a disembodied voice, then of a vague figure, and finally of a perfect reflection of himself — that he rarely paid it much attention these days. 

But the sword wraith was not at all benevolent or harmless. In fact, he was a sinister and insidious being, spawned from the whisper of a fearsome daemon and meant to drive the wielder of the sword mad.