Sitting on the floor of the cargo hold, with his back against the soft and spongy layer of rotting brown moss, Sunny bent down and spat a mouthful of blood. Breathing hoarsely, he stared at it for a moment, and then tiredly leaned back.
He did not feel too well.
[...Your shadow grows stronger.]
A bitter smile appeared on his face.
'What? Is that all?'
After all that had just happened, Sunny felt that he really deserved more.
This time, his hopes were not for naught.
The Spell remained silent for a bit, as though to torture him, and then added:
[You have received a Memory.]
'...Better.'
After that, he groaned and coughed some more blood.
All around Sunny, the brown moss was rotting, withering, and turning into dust. The same thing was happening to the vile mass of vines, albeit at a slower rate. Now that both the Corrupted Monster and its host were dead, the ancient wreck seemed to be cleansing itself.
