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.

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

condition, though, it was that the effects of the poison did not seem to be growing stronger. Blood Weave had the situation under control, and he was bound to feel

was over. The plan worked, in the end, even if killing the Wormvine had turned out to be much more

Fire Keepers… if they were still alive… were going to have to clean up the remaining Sailor Dolls should the beasts regain their courage after the Corrupted Monster's death, but he couldn't muster enough energy to care, at

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

the runes to take a look at his new Memory. Slowly,

happened, numerous questions inevitably assaulted his

hold of the ancient ship was just

the Wormvine? How had they survived for thousands of years? Why was Solvane immune

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

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

I

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

not 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 Rank. Saints were simply creatures of another plane, unrivaled demigods with enough power to level

were much more of a force to be reckoned

Sunny had killed

had also killed a Corrupted Monster, with the

the strike… but it didn't matter. The result

definitely something that no one is going to

from pain, and finally summoned the

his fragments. The number

Shadow Fragments: [1958/2000].

had managed to kill a few Nightmare Creatures on the way to the Shipwreck Island, and killing a human and a monster two Ranks above him gave twelve more fragments — four from the Saint, and eight from the Wormvine. Sunny sighed, lamenting the

runes appeared at the end of the list. He held his

Memory: [Undying Chain.]