The mist moved.
'Huh?'
Strangely enough, the wraith was not lunging at him. Instead, it was at the edge of the clearing, moving to... intercept...
'No!'
Suddenly, harrowing pain tore through Sunny's mind and body. Letting out a bestial wail, he fell to one knee, clutching at his chest.
"Aargh! Aaaa!!"
It was an agony unlike anything he had ever experienced.
As Sunny watched with disbelieving eyes, his vision blurry, the happy shadow was out there, in front of him... impaled on a ghostly blade. Once lively and joyful, it was now empty and hollow.
Dead.
The Spell whispered solemnly into his ear:
[Your shadow has been destroyed.]
[Your shadow core has been destroyed.]
'G-gloomy!'
Sunny was paralyzed by pain, but he tried to move nevertheless. However, it was too late.
The mist wraith was suddenly on the opposite side of the clearing, and he was brought to the ground by another wave of unimaginable, killing torment.
[Your shadow... has...]
[Your... core... destroyed...]
His soul was severely damaged. Two of his shadow cores had shattered, and his soul was falling apart.
'No, no, no...'
Letting out a tortured howl, Sunny struggled to stand up. But all he managed was to rise to one knee.
It was then that he felt a cold presence looming above him. Looking up, he saw it...
Two icy blue eyes, looking down at him with inhuman coldness.
Laying on the ground, Jet whispered in a voice that was like a dying flame:
"...me."
Then, a ghostly blade pierced Sunny's chest. It passed through the dark fabric of Ananke's Mantle and the black silk of the Shroud of Dusk as if they were no obstacles at all. Neither Marble Shell nor Bone Weave offered it any resistance, either.
The blade did not cut Sunny's skin, not did it sever his flesh. Instead, it struck directly at his lightless soul. Already damaged, it crumbled from that single strike.
...That was how Sunny had been slain by Undying Slaughter of the Six Plagues. For the first time.