Because that was his will, and because he was the Lord of Shadows.
A pained smile twisted his lips. Drawing a hoarse breath, Sunny sensed the spirit essence flow into his soul through the coils of the Soul Serpent and made the second stitch.
And then another, and another, and another…
And a thousand more.
Slowly, the shadow of the sword was being drawn closer and closer to Neph's shadow.
Inside the dream, Nephis flinched and looked up, as if sensing a sudden change in the tranquil peace of her Soul Sea.
Sunny inhaled deeply, struggling to keep the vast weave from coming undone under the pressure.
"What is happening?"
He struggled to speak, overwhelmed by the need to fight against the laws of existence to force his will onto them.
"It is… the last step."
Sunny tried to inhale.
"Nephis…"
She looked at him, concern apparent on her face.
Sunny tried to smile.
"Wake up, Nephis. This dream… should be over."
She frowned, as if only now remembering that they were inside a dream.
In the next moment, her expression changed subtly, and the world around them started to crumble.
But it was of no matter.
Because Sunny had already accomplished everything he wanted to accomplish here.
The two parts of the vast weave he had woven were being tied together.
They were becoming whole.
A shadow was deeply connected to one's soul, after all, and so were one's dreams.
So, by weaving an enchantment onto the dream of Neph's soul, and by sewing the shadow of the sword to her shadow, Sunny had managed to connect the two.
The weave of the physical vessel of the sword united with the weave of its dream counterpart seamlessly. It was a perfect fit… of course it was. Sunny had designed the two to be one whole, after all, and had executed his design flawlessly.
And as the two weaves connected, the vast tapestry flashed with blinding light… becoming visible to the naked eye for a short moment.
That was the last thing Nephis saw before waking up.
Opening her eyes in her chamber at the top of the Ivory Tower, she looked around dazedly, and then sat up.
The runic circle around her bed was slowly losing its ethereal glow.
Sunny was kneeling in front of the bed and resting his head on it, as pale as a ghost.
And there was something else…
Feeling a cold weight, Nephis looked down.
There, a dreadful, beautiful sword was resting easily in her hand.
As if meant to be held by it.