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!

out of it at a sharp angle. His heart was beating like a wild beast in a

slowly drowning in the flood of slithering vines, he hesitated for a moment, and then rushed toward the wall instead of

to be something… there has

of the wall for a reason. Or rather, he

way through the cargo hold, feeling more wounds appearing on

trouble resisting the deadly toxin. Well… it was miraculous enough that he could withstand it at all, considering that the poison came from a creature two whole Ranks above Sunny. Weaver's lineage was, indeed, a terrifying thing. Maybe there was a reason

Sunny sliced through the last vine in his way, leaving it broken and singed, and crashed into the overgrown bulkhead near the small gap in the brown moss. Drawing in a hoarse breath, he stared at it with enough

'Wait… is it?'

His eyes widened slightly.

be a splinter turned

of the cargo hold, thrust deeply into it by someone's hand, was a rather simple-looking knife. Its shape, however, was very familiar

of the Sanctuary

it also wasn't

tree branch had somehow grown

'What does it mean?'

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

tell me that I need a thousand coins to lift

it took some effort, a moment later, the wooden blade slid from where it was thrust into the wall, and

Something else happened, though.

his hands on the wooden handle, all the vines in the cargo hold

Sunny paled.

'Crap!'

mass of slithering vines could crush him, he abandoned all

a sharp arc in

behavior gave her, the taciturn demon immediately dashed toward the