Shadow Slave

'Here we go…'

Sunny faced the stairwell and stood motionless, looking at the black rot through his trembling shadow. Sensing something, Saint turned around, too. The tip of her sword hesitantly rose into the air.

The next few moments were going to decide whether he was going to live or die... or maybe be condemned to a fate much worse than death.

One level lower, the harrowing corruption that had been spreading from the severed arm of a deity was moving. The black ulcerous flesh was rising and falling, as if in the throes of… death? Or transformation?

Sunny gritted his teeth, waited for a second…

And then breathed out with immeasurable relief.

'Dying… it's dying.'

It felt as though he had been sentenced to execution, only for a pardon to arrive at the last possible moment, when the rope was already pressing on his neck.

Indeed, the terrifying rot was withering. As thousands of years that passed since it was locked in the Obsidian Tower caught up with it, the devouring corruption appeared to be dying of starvation. The stone surface assimilated into it convulsed and wriggled, as if consumed by pain. The silver brazier was melting.

The growths of the bulbous black flesh were slowly receding, their color turning ashen. The process was slow, but at the edges of the patch of corruption, the rot was already turning into… into wisps of darkness, which then disappeared without a trace.

As tension left Sunny's body, he couldn't help but sway a little.

'Good… something has gone my way, at last.'

Before, he had been considering his options and finding no possible way to escape from the rot if it was to start spreading.

to damage it with Broken Oath, but doubted that anything the Awakened Memory could do would work, considering that even the original owner of the seven-fingered hand resorted to severing their limb completely instead of

of using the Cruel Sight, which was now infused with divine flame. But something told Sunny that the massive brazier where the rot had taken root had once been full of it,

flame couldn't destroy

had destroyed itself. Neither divine flame nor an actual deity had been able to damage the black rot, but

'Thank gods…'

deeply and tiredly

after bit. All that was left behind were the damaged

He grimaced.

gods! Why would they allow for such

sweat off his face, then turned around and walked back to

up the long, sharp needle

metal had assumed a feint golden shine. Sunny looked at it for a long time, trying to understand if this was a mundane item

end, he had to

see any spellweave inside of it, either. However, the needle also didn't feel

then summoned the Covetous Coffer and carefully placed the needle inside. The skeins of diamond

have time to study

then reluctantly headed back toward the second level

the harrowing rot die, and then try to approach

***

stairs leading to the great

of

dying. Even the hunger of thousands of years could not destroy it so easily, it seemed. The

the presence of a living being nearby and lusting to absorb it… him. But the profane infestation was too weak

long ago become a part of the horrid corruption, melted and fell apart, then disappeared into wisps of pure