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.

on his misadventures 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

was one good thing about his condition, though, it was that the effects of the poison did not seem to be growing stronger. Blood Weave had the situation under control,

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

were going to have to clean up the remaining Sailor Dolls should the beasts regain their courage after the

had once been called Solvane for a bit, then walked over and stood above him silently, looking

rested for a while, not even summoning the runes to take a look at his new Memory. Slowly, his exhaustion

questions inevitably assaulted his

of the ancient ship

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

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

Sunny considered all these questions and found no answers,

Saint… I

what Saints were really called. Sunny knew it to be true, but still

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

comparison. Due to their Aspects and nature, Transcendent humans were much more of a force to be reckoned with than any beast or monster could ever hope to be. Only a devil of the same Rank, or maybe

Sunny had killed

also killed a Corrupted Monster,

the strike… but it didn't matter.

something that no one is going

pain, and finally summoned the

check his fragments. The number was

Shadow Fragments: [1958/2000].

him gave twelve more fragments — four from the Saint,

the list. He

Memory: [Undying Chain.]