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!

at a sharp angle. His heart was beating like a wild beast in a cage, consumed equally by

drowning in the flood of slithering vines, he hesitated for a moment,

be something… there has to

of the wall for a reason. Or rather, he

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

it at all, considering that the poison came from a creature two whole Ranks above Sunny. Weaver's lineage was, indeed, a terrifying

singed, and crashed into the overgrown bulkhead near the small gap

'Wait… is it?'

His eyes widened slightly.

thought to be a splinter turned

thrust deeply into it by someone's hand, was a

same as the knife that lay on the white altar of the Sanctuary of Noctis, except for

wasn't cut

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

'What does it mean?'

split second, and then decisively grabbed the handle of the

Damn it all... please don't tell me that I need a thousand

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

Something else happened, though.

all the vines in the cargo hold surged in

Sunny paled.

'Crap!'

he abandoned all

his grip, cut a sharp arc in the air, and was nimbly caught by

Monster's behavior gave her, the taciturn demon immediately dashed toward the pulsating mass of brown moss… and thrust the wooden knife right into one of