Shadow Slave

1516 Consuming Wrath

Using the fact that the loathsome dragon had been distracted by the fly, Sunny considered his enemy for a moment. His mind was aflame with insatiable anger, so it was hard to think… hard to stay still and contemplate the way to kill his enemy better, even though that was his one and only goal.

Somewhere deep down, Sunny knew that he had surrendered his most lethal weapon — his cunning — to the scorching temptation of wrath. But that thought, too, was obliterated by the ocean of boundless rage.

'That worm is strong.'

Sunny had called upon his most primal, most destructive power — the Shadow Shell. He had ravaged the Dread Lord as a ferocious sea serpent, a dreadful butterfly, a decaying leopard, and many more revolting shapes. His attacks had dealt some damage to the enemy, but none of them had made the dragon reel.

The only thing that had was the Sin of Solace.

Sunny glanced at the beautiful jade jian.

'He knows that sword.'

The Mad Prince had wielded the Sin of Solace, and so, the Dread Lord would be familiar with the sinister power of the cursed blade. Even if it had never been used against him, he would know and fear it.

That was because while Sunny could mutilate the dragon's flesh, the Sin of Solace could shatter his mind. It had been created from the whisper of Ariel, the Demon of Dread, after all.

And there was no one more familiar with the terror of Ariel's secrets than the Dread Lord, who was similarly burdened by the knowledge of truth due to his Flaw.

There was a problem, though…

Sunny could only wield the Sin of Solace in a human hand, but his human body could be destroyed by one bellow from the dreadful dragon.

Or maybe not.

Grinning madly, Sunny dismissed the jade jian. At the same time, he called upon the shadows once again. They surged from the open gate of the Shadow Lantern, enveloping him like a dark tide.

a towering figure rose from that

a fearsome leopard. Instead, he borrowed a page

tall. But even at a third of her height, his head still rose above the battlements of the

Sunny's appearance. His towering body was covered by a cracked onyx armor…

and adjusted to suit the wielder's body. That was why Awakened did not need to fit and tailor their armor, or mold the hilts of their weapons to their

of a Saint could transform, taking an entirely different shape. It was only then that the limit to how much a Memory could be adjusted to fit its wielder

limits. Some could still be used by the transformed Saints, some could not. Generally, the more powerful a Memory was, the more flexible potential

a giant — especially because the form he had taken was only different from his

do was pour more essence into manifesting it. Ten times more, a hundred times more, a thousand times more…

itself from light, Sunny grinned and dashed forward. It was going to take the Sin of Solace some time to weave itself into existence,

and tilted, water pouring

very close to the Dread Lord's bloodied chest… if not for the

'What's this…'

There, between the midnight scales, was a scale that seemed different from all the others. It

better look at it, but

the annoying

"S—sunny! I… I can't…"

'What...'

a radiant arrow hit him in the back, slid into the crack of

'No!'

armor, which had already been severely damaged, crumbled into pieces. His left arm, which had almost grasped the hilt of the Sin of Solace,

same time, the dragon's maw closed on his neck, shredding it. The Dread Lord

pain and disoriented, Sunny crashed on

and he was banished from the embrace

of the shattered fortress wall. He felt cold water

'Ah…'

should have killed it sooner. The loathsome dragon must have whispered a command

to see the Dread Lord's tail swiping at him with terrible speed. Remembering how thehollow vessels of Soul Stealer exploded into bloody mist after being struck by it, he let out a