Shadow Slave

Sunny almost stumbled because of the terrible realization.

Was the mutilated body inside the nest of moss… still alive?

'How could that be?'

Thousands of years must have passed since the flying ship crashed on this desolate island. How long had this poor soul suffered this harrowing torture? What sin had they committed, and who had doomed them for an eternity of ghastly suffering? How had the vines ended up growing from their flesh, and why?

But most importantly… how the hell was that mangled thing not dead?! Even divine flame was powerless to end its grisly, gruesome existence.

If Sunny could find the answer, maybe he would be able to kill the Corrupted Monster, after all.

Using the momentary lull in the onslaught of the vines that Saint's appearance had bought him, he faced away from the fight and tried to understand what the host of the abominable growth was pointing at.

He desperately hoped that the ancient human was, indeed, trying to point at something, and not just convulsing in terrible pain.

'Where is it… what is it…'

His gaze flew to a certain point on the wall of the cargo hold and lingered on it.

At first glance, there was nothing different about it. That section of the bulkhead was just like all the rest, ancient and overgrown with brown moss. But as he looked closer, he noticed a small gap in the layer of moss, as well as a strange bend to the vines growing on that particular wall.

It was as though they, too, wanted to avoid something lodged into the wooden boards.

That had to be it!

splinter of wood sticking out of it at a sharp angle. His heart was beating like a wild beast in a cage, consumed equally by

glance at Saint, who was slowly drowning in the flood of slithering vines, he hesitated for a moment, and then rushed toward the wall instead of joining

to be something…

ancient human pointed at that section of the wall for a reason. Or rather, he hoped that they

his way through the cargo hold, feeling more wounds appearing on his body and more

it at all, considering that the poison came

near the small gap in the brown

'Wait… is it?'

His eyes widened slightly.

thing that he had thought to be

it by someone's hand, was a rather simple-looking knife.

lay on the white altar of the Sanctuary of Noctis, except for the

it also wasn't cut

entirely of wood, as if a tree branch had somehow grown

'What does it mean?'

himself to remain confused and perplexed for a split second, and then

don't tell me that I need a thousand coins

it was thrust into the wall, and Sunny found himself holding the Cruel Sight in one hand, and the strange wooden knife in

Something else happened, though.

the vines in the cargo hold surged in his direction with frenzied fury, utterly

Sunny paled.

'Crap!'

of slithering vines could crush him, he abandoned all attempts to escape and thrust his hand

sharp arc in the air, and was

Monster's behavior gave her, the taciturn demon immediately dashed toward the pulsating mass