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.

could do would work, considering that even the original owner of the seven-fingered

Sight, which was now infused with divine flame. But something told Sunny that the massive brazier where the rot had taken root

in annihilating divine flame couldn't

actual deity had been

'Thank gods…'

and

corruption was slowly dying, pieces of it slowly disappearing, bit after bit. All that was left behind were the damaged stone and the memory

He grimaced.

also, damn the gods! Why would they allow for such a thing to

face, then turned around and walked

he picked up the long,

blood absorbed by it, the cold metal had assumed a feint golden shine. Sunny looked at it for a

end, he had to admit

needle did not turn into a Memory like Weaver's Mask had. He didn't see any spellweave

the needle inside. The skeins of diamond string also went in,

have time to study

headed back toward the

the harrowing rot die, and then try to approach the severed

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the stairs leading to the great hall,

was left of it, to

took its sweet time dying. Even the hunger of thousands of years could not destroy it so easily, it

rot tried to spread outward, clearly sensing the presence of a living being nearby and lusting to absorb it… him. But the profane infestation was too weak to overcome

then disappeared into wisps of pure darkness. Soon, it was