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.

he had not... now, it was time

is

most of the Antarctica campaign wearing the Undying Chain

just a temporary condition for Sunny. It was no different from having his head cut

save him, sadly. Back then, Sunny had been healed

through his essence, he

just help

Sunny summoned the runes.

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

'Huh...'

Memories, he concentrated on it and read the description of

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 can be consumed to heal the wielder's

Death Charge: [1000/1000.]

to Antarctica. He had saturated the counter of the Dying Wish a long time ago by slaughtering

finally time to use that

and a numbing fog enveloping his mind, Sunny activated the healing

was a

of power rushed into his broken body, repairing it. His eardrums were restored, his liquified eyes slowly started to coalesce back into solid shape. His fractured bones assembled themselves from hundreds of small

sections of his

"Argh! Crap!"

taste of blood, but a moment later, that wound, too, was healed. The agony of it all was

"C-curse it!"

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

utterly devastated, but the process

stranger to

regained his vision. Rising his head weakly, Sunny looked at himself through

Chain was 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 sharp

mess that was his body for a few moments, then thought that he should

did

Chain suddenly shone with soft radiance, and then disintegrated into a whirlwind of white sparks. The brilliant sparks danced around

of the Spell whispered