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.

of enemies he was facing these days, its protective qualities left

poison did not

over. The plan worked, in the end, even if killing the Wormvine had turned out to be much more complicated than anyone would have thought. Still, somehow, Sunny had managed to achieve his

should the beasts regain their

of the person who had once been called Solvane for a bit, then walked over and stood above him silently, looking away in her

at his new

questions inevitably

the cargo hold of

as 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 one

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

found no answers, one thought

I killed a

as a Transcendent human, which was what Saints were really called. Sunny knew it to be

someone to sell himself short, but not even in his wildest dreams had Sunny ever considered being able to kill a Saint… at least not at his current

Aspects and nature, Transcendent humans were much more of a force

Sunny had

had also killed a Corrupted

it was Saint who had delivered the strike… but it didn't

no

chuckled, then grimaced from pain, and finally

his fragments. The number was

Shadow Fragments: [1958/2000].

two Ranks above him gave twelve more fragments — four from the Saint, and eight

end of the list.

Memory: [Undying Chain.]