Shadow Slave

1021 The Fall of Falcon Scott (39)

The voice of the Spell resounded in the boundless darkness of the ocean, making Sunny shudder.

[You have slain a Corrupted Terror, Sybil of the Fallen Grace.] [...Your shadow grows stronger.]

As the veiled body drifted down, wreathed in billowing white silk, one last whisper brushed against his ears:

[You have received a Memory.]

The Terror was falling down, deeper and deeper into the cold abyss. Sunny spared one last glance at the pallid blossom of the great burial shroud, knowing that it would be consumed forever by the dark depths soon. Then, he turned away and tiredly pushed himself in the opposite direction.

Sunny... was not in great shape.

His mind was slowly recovering from the dreadful mental assault, but his head was in the throes of a splitting headache thanks to catching the smallest glimpse of the tapestry of fate. His body felt weak and feverish, still suffering from the backlash of draining all of his essence.

There were the remnants of the trauma caused by touching a Nightmare Gate, as well. Sunny felt like he was about to cough his lungs out. Holding it back was not an easy task...

And yet, a hint of dark, somber glee still managed to overcome the cold numbness that encompassed his battered mind.

'...I did it. I killed that vile thing.'

In the end, he ended the Terror with his own hands. The stain of their disastrous first meeting had not been erased, but his failure at LO49 was... vindicated, now. Somewhat.

Or rather, it would be if he managed to return to the surface alive.

dark expanse of the ocean around him,

'Curses.'

Sybil of the Fallen Grace... was dead and drifting lifelessly into the lightless depths. However, its thralls had not perished with their master. They seemed directionless and sapped of power, but there were still almost a hundred of them

state, and especially without the active enchantment of the Nimble Catch, Sunny did not count his chances

'Essence! I need essence...'

dismissed Weaver's Mask and the Shadow Lantern. A tiny stream of essence fell into the arid desert of his drained soul, and was instantly consumed by his body. The feeling of weakness diminished a little, but not nearly enough to change

peering through the mass of dark

'Bloodwave and Naeve?'

companions, hoping against all hope

stunned, drifting listlessly on

The Saint, however...

off, revealing the great beast's glowing blue eyes. For a moment, they seemed disoriented, but then sharp intelligence shone through the

mouth as he gazed at the drowning remains of the Terror and the approaching swarm of the liberated

The enormous jaws snapped, pulverizing the fastest of the approaching Nightmare Creatures.

minutes, a one-sided massacre took place in

required. Instead of getting in the way, he

"S—sunless?"

weak in his mind, but he was conscious, at least. Sunny nodded, then turned the

few seconds of silence, he

"What... about... the Terror?"

for a moment, then dragged his

"Ah... good..."

was a... sobering experience,

the Terror of LO49 had dealt with the fearsome Transcendent, only