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 time to come back to

this is going to

but of course, such trivialities were not going to stop him. He had not spent most of the Antarctica campaign wearing the Undying Chain without

Sunny. It was no different from

him, sadly. Back then, Sunny had been healed by Elyas before running out of

he burned through his essence, he

I'll just

Sunny summoned the runes.

not have eyes anymore, and yet he was still able to perceive them, somehow. It was

'Huh...'

list of his Memories, he concentrated on it and read the

Description: "Those who witness the wielder of this Memory are compelled; friends to be inspired, foes to seek the wielder out. The

Death Charge: [1000/1000.]

saturated the counter of the Dying Wish a long time ago by slaughtering countless Nightmare Creatures across the Antarctic

it was finally time to

a numbing fog enveloping his mind, Sunny

was

repairing it. His eardrums were restored, his liquified eyes slowly started to coalesce back into solid shape. His fractured bones assembled themselves

of his spinal cord connected

"Argh! Crap!"

violent convulsion. Sunny bit his tongue hard enough to feel the salty taste of blood, but a moment later, that wound, too, was healed. The agony

"C-curse it!"

Pain meant that he was alive, or at least coming back to live. It was its

to bring his body back from being utterly devastated, but the process was not instantaneous. Even with Blood Weave helping, it took some time. Sunny had no choice but

was no stranger to agony,

his vision. Rising his head weakly, Sunny looked at himself through the veil of tears. What he saw made

all but gone. The bleak steel of his armor was shattered and mangled to the point of being unrecognizable. A few pieces of it were bent at

bloody mess that was his body for a

did not

soft radiance, and then disintegrated into a whirlwind of white sparks. The brilliant

familiar voice of the Spell