Sunny remained motionless for a few moments, then hissed quietly, which made it feel as though his throat was being sawed open by tens of dull, rusty knives. His head was once again attached to his neck… however, that didn't mean that he felt fine.
In fact, although he had avoided becoming a corpse, he still felt like one.
[...Your shadow grows stronger.]
The dark dungeon suddenly grew silent. Saint must have finished off the last of the caged Nightmare Creatures, turning him and Elyas into the last surviving captives of the Red Colosseum. No matter what happened from now on, the ghastly Trials were over, finished before time by her hand.
Sunny sensed a bit of shadow essence pour into his cores, replenishing the empty reserves a little, and scowled.
That wasn't much… the young Awakened had wasted all of his essence while healing Sunny, as well. The two of them were not going to survive if they had to fight a prolonged battle.
