1158 Dinner is Served

"It stinks."

Effie once again looked like she was going to be sick, this time from all the smoke that drifted from inside the Shipwreck Island, where the charred remains of the Blood-Nourished Root were smoldering after being slain… by her. 

Sunny scoffed. 

"Look who's complaining."

He was playing with a Transcendent soul shard, but the huntress was the one who ended up with the real prize — there was a strange spear in her hand. Its shaft was made of grey wood, but the spearhead glinted with a deep crimson color, as if it had been cast in blood.

Effie made a face. 

"Well, yeah. It's a good spear. The creature absorbed Solvane's blood, right? So it's like an inheritance from the greatest warrior of the sect. But, Sunny… what was the one question I asked you at the start of our trip?"

He frowned, trying to remember. 

"Uh… whether the creature I needed to kill was edible?"

She pierced him with a bleak look.