Sunny zoned out for a little, not paying attention to Samara and the MWPs discharging their weapons from ti to ti to pick off the most stubborn of the pursuers. The rate of their fire was slowing down, anyway, aning that the bulk of abominations had either fallen behind or were already killed.
The [Prince of the Underworld] enchantnt and its dreadful counter of vanquished foes... gods, he had been stuck with that thing for so long. Despite the fact that Sunny had inherited the onyx armor with so of it already filled, it still took him years to accumulate six thousand victories.
Co to think of it, the whole Mongrel debacle had happened because of his desire to increase the number on the counter sowhat.
'T can't believe I've finally done it.'
Curious to see what changed, Sunny looked at the runes. He was a bit tense... after all, the description of the [Prince of the Underworld] only said that the armor would be growing stronger the more foes he vanquished, and it had - over the years, the cost of keeping its active enchantnts running had diminished slightly, and their effects had beco a little more pronounced.
The description said nothing about the Mantle receiving an upgrade after the counter was filled. That was just his assumption.
'Co on...'
Concentrating on the na of the mory, he read:
mory: [Mantle of the Underworld].mory Rank: Ascended.mory Tier: VII.
...Oh.
The Mantle seed to have grown from a Tier Six mory to a Tier Seven one. That was... not bad, but it did leave Sunny a little disappointed. He had hoped that it would increase in Rank, instead.
He sighed, then continued to study the runes, turning his attention to the enchantnts.
The [Living Stone], [Feather of Truth], [Stalwart], and [Underworld Armant] enchantnts remained exactly the sa. None of them received any enhancents. The [Prince of the Underworld] had not changed, either, except for the fact that the counter now showed a pleasant [6000/6000] as the number of vanquished foes.
...There was a new enchantnt at the end of the list, though.
[Soulbound Relic].
Sunny blinked a couple of tis.
'Huh?'
Suddenly excited, he concentrated on the enchantnt to read its description. The description, however, left him largely confused. It did not provide any information about what a soulbound relic was, or what powers that title entailed.
Instead, the shimring runes simply stated:
[Bind the relic?]
He was probably supposed to answer "yes" or "no".
However, Sunny lingered.
He had no idea what binding the Mantle of the Underworld to his soul ant, and how it would change the onyx armor... or his soul, for that matter. Of course, the effect was most likely ant to be beneficial, since it was a reward for achieving an amazing feat.
The Spell often had a very strange notion of what "beneficial" ant, though, which did not always coincide with what a person would consider advantageous. He knew that from his own Aspect, for example... its innate Ability, [Shadow Bond], had beco the bane of his existence, and yet the Spell clearly thought of it as a precious boon.
Further still, the Mantle of the Underworld was not even the Spell's creation. Rather, it was a mory of an artifact created by Nether, the Demon of Destiny, most likely for one of his stone children. Sunny suspected that it had once belonged to the Stranger, one of the seven heroes of the Forgotten Shore, who had been of Saint's tribe and possibly her previous lord.
So... what would actually happen if he bound that artifact to his soul?
Huh...
He hesitated for a while, then dismissed the runes. Not because he had decided against activating the new enchantnt, but rather because his shadows had noticed sothing strange on the road ahead - the tail of the caravan.
The caravan, for whatever reason had stopped.
'Damn it.'
That was outside the scope of the action plan he had established. Luster was not supposed to stop the Rhino unless sothing truly drastic happened.
Sunny, soulbound or not, jumped off the vehicle, turned into a shadow, and glided to the front of the caravan. Returning to his human form near the Rhino, Sunny dismissed the helt of the Mantle and headed toward the welcoming party.
'I should really thank whoever it was in charge of that battleship. They saved our skin back there.'
As he neared the small crowd, he heard a pleasant, but strained voice asking a question.
"... your commanding officer, then?"
One of the soldiers responded:
"Oh, that would be the Devil. Uh... I an Captain..."
The representative of the ship interrupted him, sounding surprised and a little tense.
"Your commanding officer... is a devil?"
The soldier grunted.
"Not a devil. The devil. But don't worry, sir, it's just a nickna... I think..."
At that mont, Sunny finally reached them and saw the speaker. His eyes widened a little.
Tall, handso, with black hair... and eyes of an unusual, beautiful indigo color. No wonder the voice sounded familiar...
"...Naeve?"
The Nightwalker seed a bit ragged and worse for wear, but it was unmistakably Master Naeve of the House of Night, his temporary pal. Hearing Sunny's voice, Naeve looked away from the soldier he had been talking with, then lowered his gaze a little and smiled in surprise.
"Sunless? Wait, is it really you? How are you here?"
Sunny coughed awkwardly, then glanced at the talkative soldier with murder in his eyes.
"Ah. That's , actually. I'm the Devil... in charge of delivering these fools from hell..."
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