Sunny almost stumbled because of the terrible realization.
Was the mutilated body inside the nest of moss… still alive?
'How could that be?'
Thousands of years must have passed since the flying ship crashed on this desolate island. How long had this poor soul suffered this harrowing torture? What sin had they committed, and who had doomed them for an eternity of ghastly suffering? How had the vines ended up growing from their flesh, and why?
But most importantly… how the hell was that mangled thing not dead?! Even divine flame was powerless to end its grisly, gruesome existence.
If Sunny could find the answer, maybe he would be able to kill the Corrupted Monster, after all.
Using the momentary lull in the onslaught of the vines that Saint's appearance had bought him, he faced away from the fight and tried to understand what the host of the abominable growth was pointing at.
