Shadow Slave AU: Fluid Fate

Shadow Slave AU: Fluid Fate

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⚠️I do not own the original story! This is a Fanfiction Spinoff of the original!⚠️ Sunless, the Protagonist of Shadow Slave, found himself standing inside a void, and he remembered the look of this void well. Cloaked in the familiar darkness of the Spell's inner workings, he jolts awake to the familiar call of the Spell announcing a notification. IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm sorry to everyone who waited so long for me to so something about my project! Original: Shadow Slave Author: Guiltythree Go check out the Original work on Webnovel! Never read a story I loved more. I even went so crazy over it I'm writing a fan fiction with a returning to the past cliche! I'm hopeless and I couldn't care less! Wahahahaha! Cover art by Friday 72
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