Devastation

A few moments later after Sunny spoke, the Spell whispered into his ear:

[You have slain an Ascended human, War Maiden Hilde.]

[Your shadow grows stronger.]

He took a step back and grunted, pain and exhaustion permeating his battered body.

"Why don't I feel happy…"

Sunny did not mean to say those words aloud. With a frown, he pulled his gaze away from the corpse of the valiant maiden, briefly glanced at the emerald amulet grasped in one of his hands, and hid it back under the cracked breastplate of the Mantle of the Underworld.

It was not every day that he achieved a victory in a battle against an Ascended. He should have been celebrating… but really, Sunny was not too fond of killing humans.

…At least those whom he did not hate.