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.

since he had not... now, it was time

is

going to stop him. He had not spent most of the Antarctica campaign wearing the Undying Chain without

essence to spare, death was just a temporary condition for Sunny. It was no different from having his head cut off in the Red Colosseum, and he had survived

going to save him, sadly. Back then, Sunny had been healed by Elyas before running

he burned through his

I'll just help myself,

Sunny summoned the runes.

anymore, and yet he was still able to perceive them, somehow. It was both strange and logical, explaining how Cassie had been able

'Huh...'

in the list of his Memories, he concentrated on

to seek the wielder out. The power of the Memory grows the more enemies they

Death Charge: [1000/1000.]

Antarctica. He had saturated the counter of the Dying Wish a long time

was finally time to use that

fog enveloping his mind, Sunny

was a

were restored, his liquified eyes slowly started to coalesce back into solid shape. His fractured bones assembled themselves from hundreds of small

his

"Argh! Crap!"

him into a 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 of it all was nothing short

"C-curse it!"

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

utterly devastated, but the process was not instantaneous. Even with

no stranger to agony,

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

to the point of being

mess that was his body for a few

he did not need

into a whirlwind of white sparks. The brilliant sparks danced around him for a few seconds, caressing his skin before

voice of the Spell whispered