For a moment, Sunny was disoriented.
Slayer’s senses were difficult to get used to. Each of her five senses was vastly superior and far sharper than his own — except for his touch, which had been elevated by Bone Weave a long time ago. Fusing with Slayer was like stepping into a world overflowing with an endless complexity of sounds, scents, flavors, and starkly vivid images.
It would have been overwhelming if not for the fact that Sunny had developed a staggering capacity to grasp and absorb new information over the years, as well as while rising in Rank. Still, Slayer possessed more senses than the mundane five, as well — a primitive version of shadow sense, for example, and others that Sunny could not even name.
And there were a myriad of abominable rats moving simultaneously all around them now. There was the Will of a Cursed Beast bending the world, and the rules of Ariel’s Game sapping Slayer of strength.
It was enough to send Sunny reeling for a split second.
’So many...’
Slayer, however, was already moving.
As an avalanche of writhing rats descended upon them, she bared her teeth behind her torn veil and dashed forward to meet them. Her black eyes glistened with the cold bloodlust of a merciless predator, and ghostly smoke trailed behind her like a billowing mantle.
At that moment, Sunny felt something strange — something he had never felt before while embracing Slayer as a shadow.
The flow of her essence changed, moving awkwardly in a way that was not supposed to be possible... but also purposefully, as if she was remembering something that had been second nature to her once, but was then covered by rust as the years passed.
Like she was attempting to channel her radiant soul essence into the sharp blade of her sword — not to satiate its spellweave and activate its enchantments, but simply to saturate the cold steel with it as she would her body.
She failed to achieve whatever it was she was trying to remember, but just barely.
So, Slayer activated the enchantment woven into her sword instead.
Sunny had crafted two short swords for his murderous Shadow — one from the metal of the great chains holding up the Chained Isles, one from a splinter of bone from Godgrave. Both were enchanted to be chillingly sharp and incredibly durable, as well as to return to her hand if she ever lost them.
The sheaths of the twin swords were also enchanted, meant to mend the blades in case they were damaged.
There was a difference between the two swords, though. The active enchantment of the one carved from bone coated the blade with an invisible layer of penetrating force, which was meant to allow it to pierce the toughest of armors. The active enchantment of the one forged from metal, on the other hand, was not meant to pierce. It was meant to sever.
The enchantment generated a field of fearsome force and then folded it into a razor-thin plane that extended forward along the path the blade traveled.
Unlike his other Shadows, Slayer could not change her size at will — compared to the gargantuan Nightmare Creatures Sunny routinely faced, she was entirely tiny. So, he had thought of giving her a blade to cut down giants. Its blade was short, but the invisible severing field would be as immense as Slayer could muster.



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