Shadow Slave

Sitting on the floor of the cargo hold, with his back against the soft and spongy layer of rotting brown moss, Sunny bent down and spat a mouthful of blood. Breathing hoarsely, he stared at it for a moment, and then tiredly leaned back.

He did not feel too well.

[...Your shadow grows stronger.]

A bitter smile appeared on his face.

'What? Is that all?'

After all that had just happened, Sunny felt that he really deserved more.

This time, his hopes were not for naught.

The Spell remained silent for a bit, as though to torture him, and then added:

[You have received a Memory.]

'...Better.'

After that, he groaned and coughed some more blood.

All around Sunny, the brown moss was rotting, withering, and turning into dust. The same thing was happening to the vile mass of vines, albeit at a slower rate. Now that both the Corrupted Monster and its host were dead, the ancient wreck seemed to be cleansing itself.

He couldn't be bothered to pay attention to these changes, though, and was fully concentrated on his own miserable state.

Even though the whole battle took less than a minute, Sunny had sustained a lot of damage. His body was pierced and torn by the black thorns, and he had too much poison running through his veins. One of his ligaments seemed to be seriously torn, too, which brought him a lot of pain now that the adrenalin was starting to dissipate.

from almost the very start of it all, but Sunny had to reluctantly admit that with the caliber of enemies he was facing these days, its protective qualities left a lot to be desired. Sadly, even such a powerful Memory could not keep up

of the poison did not seem to be growing stronger. Blood Weave had the situation under control, and he was

Wormvine had turned out to be

going to have to clean up the remaining Sailor Dolls should the

of the person who had once been called Solvane for a bit, then walked over and stood above

rested for a while, not even summoning the runes to take a look at

happened, numerous questions

in the cargo hold of

the host of the Wormvine? How had they survived for thousands of years? Why was Solvane immune to divine flame and couldn't be harmed by the Cruel Sight, but succumbed to

that knife come from, in the first place? And why was it so similar to the obsidian one that lay on the altar in

questions and found no answers, one thought gradually encompassed all the

Saint… I killed

which was what Saints were really called. Sunny knew it to

his wildest dreams had Sunny ever considered being able to kill a Saint…

comparison. Due to their Aspects and nature, Transcendent humans were much more of a

yet, Sunny had

had also killed a Corrupted

Saint who had delivered the strike… but it didn't matter. The result

is definitely something that no one is going to believe,

from pain, and finally

thing he did was check his fragments.

Shadow Fragments: [1958/2000].

him gave twelve more fragments — four from the Saint, and eight from the Wormvine. Sunny sighed, lamenting the unfairness of his Aspect for the thousandth time, and looked at

end of the list. He held his

Memory: [Undying Chain.]