Shadow Slave

Sunny... come here! I'll... I'll only kill you a little..."

"Get the hell away from me, you demented zombie!"

Sunny took a few steps back, easily avoiding the grasp of the shambling corpse of Master Jet. Fortunately, she was not too fast - in fact, she could barely crawl. Her nails powerlessly scratched against the alloy, and Soul Leaper let out a hoarse, disappointed hiss.

"Damn it..."

Sunny shook his head. Despite Jet's weakened state, avoiding her clutches was a tiresome task - mostly because there was nowhere really for him to run. Currently, the two of them were trapped on an alloy raft that was drifting slowly across the strait between the Antarctic Center and the vast landmass to the east.

When Jet lost control of herself, all Sunny could do was endlessly circle the raft and wait for her to come to her senses.

"Come here, Sunny! I won't bite..."

ten meters, but for Soul Reaper, that was a vast distance right now. She stared at him for

still, she really looked like a corpse. And technically, she was... but at least

Worse than that, her soul core was shattered and constantly leaked what little essence she had left. Once the essence completely ran out, Soul Reaper would

Her Awakened Ability allowed her to bypass all forms of physical defense and strike directly at the souls of her enemies, which was where her

of broken soul cores from those she had killed to build up and strengthen her own, both in terms of size and capacity. It also removed the natural limit of essence infusion that the flesh of most living beings had, allowing Jet to oversaturate her body with essence

was a Supreme

barely had enough to keep it from collapsing entirely, and even that last reserve was slowly running

the depths of the Antarctic Center, its dire influence remained. Neither Sunny nor Jet had been able to access their Dream Realm anchors, which meant that they could not escape from the waking world. Eventually, the two of them had been left with only one choice - to try and brave

the area of influence of the Corrupted Titan, which

no ships coming, and no seaworthy vessels left intact in Falcon Scott. In the

raft they were currently drifting on... was not just a random sheet

inanimate objects. Additionally, the size and intricacy of the simulacrum were dependent on Sunny's Shadow Core capacity. By now, he was very close to becoming an Ascended Tyrant, so obviously, that capacity was

it into a raft. It was much larger than the alloy chest the Coffer usually looked like, at the expense of the complexity. Even better, the [Locomotive Chiffonier] enchantment allowed the raft to propel itself forward at a modest

importantly, though, the Covetous Coffer was an Ascended Memory of the Fourth Tier, and as such, it was tremendously more durable than even the strongest alloy would have been. If something attacked them from below... which had already happened a few times... the raft was not going to be destroyed