Just before the sun touched the skyline, Kai joined Sunny on the roof of the Shrine of Truth. He looked prepared for combat, the arrows bristling with the black feathers of their fletching in his quiver.
Summoning the outer layers of his armor, the archer breathed deeply and looked east.
"Lady Slayer has received the third blessing of the Ash Domain. We seem to be prepared."
Sunny agreed slowly, a distant expression on his face.
"...Has she now?"
Kai agreed.
"Yes. Why? Your voice... it sounded a little odd."
Sunny stayed quiet for a while, then sighed.
"She is set to play a crucial role in this combat. I've just been wondering… about how skilled she truly is."
Kai studied him a bit.
"What is on your mind?"
Sunny smiled weakly and looked at the towering mountain to the east, its peak covered in snow. Eventually, he said:
"Well, the Cursed Beast we'll be battling tonight is a swarm of rats. They are infected by Corruption now, but that ans that they weren't at so point.
Which ans that there was a swarm of Sacred rats once upon a ti. Isn't it odd?"
Kai blinked a few tis, prompting Sunny to chuckle quietly.
"I an, it's one weird deity, don't you think? Who would want to worship a swarm of rats?"
His friend tilted his head a little.
"Actually, you are correct. I have not considered it from that point of view."
Sunny shook his head.
"But then again, who said that Sacred beings have to be worthy of worship? Conflating divine power and benevolence is a very modern way of thinking about things.
Actually, for most of history, people had not worshiped gods out of love or gratitude. Rather, they did so to appease and calm the deities, hoping to avoid drawing their anger."
He smiled.
"After all, mortals can't survive the rage of gods. Not the other way around."
At that mont, Slayer erged from the Shrine, still shrouded in ghostly smoke and cradling her damaged arm. Sunny studied her with a dark expression.
"...Or at least it's not supposed to be."
This Shadow of his… ah, she was definitely an overachiever.
Sunny had a lot to think about and a lot to say, but he did not have any ti for that at the mont.
Instead, he looked at Kai and said:
"Prepare yourself to feel weaker than you are now. We'll be invading the Snow Domain once again, after all. You rember the plan, right?"
Kai agreed somberly.
"I do. Leave it to ."
Sunny looked west, where the sun had just touched the skyline, painting the sea of clouds in a million shades of crimson.
"Let's go, then."
The volcano — what was left of it — trembled. The fantastical scene of ethereal obsidian bridges forming from the plus of ash played out once more, just as breathtaking and stunning as it had been in the past.
But after seeing it so many tis already, Sunny paid little attention to the great bridges that spanned the sea of clouds. Instead, he turned himself into a shadow… and wrapped himself around Slayer.
Imdiately, he felt himself rging into her ragged, battered form.
A sense of fierce power and cold confidence filled him, as well as of a sharp and rciless killing intent — much similar to his own, but also different.
Subtle, determined… inescapable. He could vaguely sense Slayer's thoughts and emotions, all of them painted in hues of grey by her sinister, dark resolve.
There was a certain… purity to her feelings that he did not share. Her black heart might have been filled with nothing but malice and desire to kill, but that malice and that yearning were pure, unblemished, and pristine.
Sunny could not really read the thoughts of his Shadows when rging with them, but he could usually sense fragnted echoes of what they were thinking about, sotis even see glimpses of their subdued, distant, dreamlike mories.
In the case of Slayer, though, he could sense none of the latter… Just a vague impression of a vast emptiness, impenetrable darkness, and of an imperative need to hunt… to kill.
The sound of the wind howling across the obsidian dunes, the deadly beauty of annihilating essence storms… As if Slayer had only ever existed in the Shadow Realm, and that was the only thing she had ever known.
On a purely physical level, rging with Slayer was an exquisite experience. She was different from both the indomitable Saint and the mighty Fiend — hers was a graceful, subtle kind of strength.
She was nimble and agile like a dancer, but at the sa ti ruthless and fierce like a prowling predator.
Sunny himself followed a sowhat similar path. The origin of his battle art had been a beautiful dance, after all — so, he could appreciate Slayer's deadly grace and fierce litheness.
As soon as Sunny took Slayer into his dark embrace, he could feel a raging torrent of power flow into her body.
This Shadow of his had already been enhanced by three consecutive infusions of mystical ash, and now, she was augnted by the power of shadows, as well. The result was quite frightening.
That said, Slayer was still not in her best shape. She was severely wounded, and Sunny was as well.
Neither of them made for a good fighter at the mont, but together… together, they could easily pass as one. That was why Sunny had decided to guide her in this battle instead of participating in it himself.
'Well… good luck to us, I guess.'
Behind them, Kai's voice bood, as if commanding the world:
"Be strong!"
And with it, Slayer and Sunny suddenly felt augnted even more.
There was no ti to waste, so Sunny did not waste any by sending her running across the obsidian bridge.
Instead, he commanded the shadows to open before Slayer, and as she stepped forward, the two of them erged from the darkness directly on the slope of the distant mountain.
One of Slayer's swords left its sheath with a quiet hiss.
In the next mont, the pristine white snow around them boiled, and nurous savage rats rushed at them like a writhing avalanche of rotten fur and sharp, needle-like fangs.
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