As Naeve and Sunny made their way across the wall of the port fortress, the battle grew louder behind them. Sounds of screams rose into the night sky, and the battlements beneath them shuddered. Ignoring all of it, they rushed forward.
As they ran, Naeve yelled: "Have you ever even fought in the water?!" Sunny spared him a tense look, remembering the harrowing journey across the dark sea in the forgotten shore. The boat that Nephis had built from the bones of demons that did not survive till the end... "Once!" The Nightwalker let out a nervous laugh. "How did it go?" Sunny gritted his teeth. "I'm still alive, aren't I?!"
There was not much of a choice, anyway. Naeve was probably the only ascended from the House of Night inside the fortress — the rest were protecting the battleships sailing across the strait. Bloodwave was going to need all the help he could get. So, Sunny had to join the hunt for the dreadful terror.
Plus, he wanted to. The abominable creature deserved to die, and especially so by his hand.
It won't be easy, though...' Sunny had a couple of Memories that would help perform well underwater, but he lacked experience when it came to fighting in the depths of the ocean. Worse than that, Shadow Step and Shadow Manifestation would be nearly useless there — a shadow needed a solid surface to exist, and those were hard to find where he was going.
Actually, Sunny was unsure how his Aspect would function underwater. Much more distressing was the fact that he did not know much about the Terror of L049, and what the abomination was truly capable of.
I think you should take a look at lightnovelworld.com. The fact that it relied on mind attacks and manipulation suggested a lack of physical might, but even then, such things were highly relative when it came to a Corrupted creature.
Really, he was not even sure that the terror was of the Corrupted Rank. 'What the hell am I doing here?' The Sin of Solace laughed, forcing Sunny to grimace.
It did not matter. Even disregarding the fact that he had a personal score to settle, the creature had to be destroyed to protect the city.
"But what are you doing risking your life to protect that city? That's not like you, Lost from Light..." Sunny did not know how to answer, but he refused to let the voice of the sword distract him from the task at hand. They were already on the pier, swiftly moving towards its end. Some distance away, two gargantuan battleships rested on the undulating black waves. He looked around, not noticing the distinct figure of the enigmatic Saint anywhere.
"Where is Bloodwave? Is he aboard one of the ships?" Naeve gave him a confused look as he took off his midnight blue coat. Beneath it was a black wetsuit, an armour type Memory already weaving itself from sparks of light. "What do you mean? He's in the water, of course. Below the ships." Sunny blinked. "Oh. Of course..."
He hesitated for a moment, the dismissed the Puppeteer's Shroud. Left wearing nothing but his underwear, Sunny shivered in the cold wind — his pale skin was painted black by the shadow wrapping around his body, and his lean muscles seemed like they had been cut from matte obsidian. There may be other stuff on lightnovelworld.com that catches your interest. He sighed, then summoned three Memories.
First, a large and beautiful white pearl appeared in his hand. Sunny lingered for a moment, then placed it on his tongue before closing his mouth. The [Essence Pearl] would allow him to breath and see clearly underwater.
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