Shadow Slave

Sunny died.

Being dead... wasn't too bad, all things considered.

More or less every bone in his body was shattered. His rib cage had caved in, and sharp bone fragments were piercing his lungs. His limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, and his skull had cracked. There was excruciating pain, but it went away almost immediately, since his spine was broken, and his spinal cord was severed.

Bone Weave had tempered his hones and made them incredibly durable, but everything had its limits. For Sunny, that limit had turned out to be being kicked by a literal mountain, apparently.

He could not see anything, because his eyes had burst, and could not hear anything, because his eardrums had ruptured. The world was dark and silent.

It was almost comfortable, if not for the terrible cold.

Sunny was very, very cold.

'Ah, damnation...'

Could he not just die in peace?

"...You really are a useless piece of outskirt trash."

Despite not being able to hear anything, he heard the cold, contemptuous voice. His own voice.

'Gods, can you shut the hell up?'

Sunny sent his shadow sense outward and found out that his broken body was laying on the very edge of the dark water, with icy waves washing his blood off the stone shore and licking his skin.

No wonder he felt cold.

Goliath was nowhere to be seen, but the weakening tremors that shook the world from time to time told him that the titan was walking away, heading inland. Unable to move, Sunny imagined letting out a sigh.

'...What luck.'

He might have died, but at least the giant had not stepped on him. His body had stopped just outside the dark waves after flying away and ricocheting off the concrete surface of the highway, too. Otherwise, to add insult to injury, he would have had to drown as well.

not... now, it was

this is going

had not spent most of

was no different from having

to die for a few minutes was not going to save him, sadly. Back then, Sunny had

as he burned through his essence,

I'll just help

Sunny summoned the runes.

able to perceive them, somehow. It was both strange and

'Huh...'

list of his Memories, he concentrated on it

wielder of this Memory are compelled; friends to be inspired, foes to seek the wielder out. The power of the Memory grows the more enemies they give the gift of death, and

Death Charge: [1000/1000.]

the Dying Wish a long time ago

it was finally time to use

his essence running dry and a numbing fog enveloping his mind, Sunny

there was

his broken body, repairing it. His eardrums were restored, his liquified eyes slowly started to coalesce back

sections of his spinal cord

"Argh! Crap!"

into a violent convulsion. Sunny bit his tongue hard enough to feel the salty taste of blood, but a moment later,

"C-curse it!"

Pain was good. Pain meant that he was alive, or

body back from being utterly devastated, but the process was

was no stranger to agony,

at himself through the

mangled to the point of being unrecognizable. A few pieces

a few moments, then thought that he should probably

did not need

Chain suddenly shone with soft radiance, and then disintegrated into a whirlwind of white

familiar voice of the Spell whispered into his