The black steed tumbled to the ground, suddenly paralyzed, and remained laying there, his side rising and falling shakily, his hoarse breathing slowing down and down…
Sunny fell, too.
'Ah… hell…'
It felt like he was dying, too.
The pain in his chest had finally grown intolerable, as if his heart finally reached its limit.
Turning his head, he stared at the dying horse, whose dreadful crimson eyes were slowly growing dim and cold.
After a while, the madness burning in them was extinguished, and a shadow of a new emotion appeared in them.
Confusion, pain… and sudden recognition.
The black steed breathed in one last time, then let out of quiet whine.
And died.
Sunny closed his eyes.
He was so, so tired.
'...I won.'
Well… then, maybe, it was time for him to die, too.
In the darkness, the voice of the Spell whispered into his ear, its voice soft and solemn:
[You have slain an Awakened Shadow, Nightmare.]
[Your shadow grows stronger.]
He felt a vast amount of shadow fragments flow into his cores, reinforcing them, and thought tiredly:
'Strange… that doesn't feel like just six of them…'
...But the Spell was not done speaking.
It remained silent for a moment, and then said:
[...You have received a Shadow.]
[Your Aspect Legacy mastery level has increased.]
[You have received the right to claim a Legacy Relic.]
Sunny weakly tried to smile.
'Such great news... this would have been great, if I was not dying.'
And then, a strange sound invaded his ears. It sounded like... like... the rustle of sails...