Shadow Slave

Sunny rolled over his shoulder and jumped to his feet, the blade of the Cruel Sight slicing through a vine that was flying through the air to ensnare him. Blood was streaming down his back, and poison was entering his lungs.

What's worse, a concentrated dose of it must have been infused into his bloodstream by the black thorns. Sunny suddenly felt feverish and weak, and a sense of cold paralysis was spreading through the left side of his body, which took the most damage.

He was still able to move, and Blood Weave was already working to contain and devour the toxin. But before it prevailed, Sunny was in a dire situation.

Gritting his teeth, he dashed to the side, hoping to escape the sunlight and use Shadow Step to reach the abominable creature in the center of the cargo hold. Before he could dive into the saving darkness of the shadows, however, a massive vine crushed into the floorboards, shattering them and barring his way.

Sunny froze for a fraction of a second, realizing that there was nowhere to escape. Dozens of vines were already moving in his direction, glistening in the sunlight as clouds of murky mist escaped from the pores on their surface. Even though the root section of the vines was not very mobile, the sheer amount of them made it almost impossible to survive the onslaught.

What's worse, the vines were contracting, pulling more and more of their length into the cargo hold.

He cursed.

...At least the pressure on the Fire Keepers should have diminished.

Sunny, however... Sunny was one moment away from being killed.

He was not going to be able to reach the monster without the help of the shadows, but bathed in the merciless sunlight, he also had no chance of diving into their embrace.

All he could do was use his own.

Commanding one of the shadows to unwrap itself from his body, Sunny sent it toward the ghastly corpse and staggered as the strength and resilience provided by it disappeared. The second shadow slid from the Cruel Sight and attached itself to his feet, meant to serve as a threshold through which he was going to step.

Now, all he had to do was to survive the short second it was going to take the first shadow to reach its goal.

easier said

verge of tearing apart. Twisting at an almost impossible angle, he dodged one

through to accommodate the inhuman demands of Shadow Dance, this

to save himself from being entangled in the slithering vines. He was swift enough to

"Argh!"

desperately to the side, then rolled and threw himself upward from an impossible position, feeling his ligaments rip. Dodging the swarm of vines was like being a fly surrounded by a

to survive in

emerged right in front of the vile mass of brown moss… and

one fluid motion, he thrust

'Got you!'

And then…

Nothing happened.

receiving a mortal wound at all. Its ghastly face remained unmoving, its eyes full of terrifying

of moss continued to contract and expand, and the vines themselves continued to pursue the

Sunny paled.

'Crap…'

***

was in vain. The Corrupted Monster simply refused to die, for whatever reason,

with him came from Master Roan, who had fought the vines once. But he had never entered the wreck, so of course, the

'Damn! Now what?!'

vines were already

graceful figure of the demonic knight lunged forward out of it. The blade of her

Ascended, and augmented by one of his shadows, her strength was truly frightening. The taciturn demon spun in the mass of

shadow around himself and retrieve the Cruel Sight,