Escaping the shadows, Sunny and Nephis rolled down a tall dune of obsidian dust before coming to a stop at its bottom. Above them, the black sky of the Shadow Realm was illuminated by the pale radiance of a distant essence storm.
Around them, the desolate expanse of the Realm of Death stretched endlessly in all directions, cold winds blowing across its surface. The world was silent.
The two of them remained motionless for a long while, breathing heavily. Their wildly beating hearts were slow to calm down, and the indescribable terror of facing an Unholy One still echoed in their dazed, rattled minds.
Eventually, though, Sunny was able to breathe normally again. He let out a heavy sigh and groaned, finally sensing the dull pain radiating through his soul. Where one of his Soul Cores had been once, there was now nothing but emptiness — the jagged wound dealt to his soul was not fatal, but it was still painful, making him feel like a cripple.
Still...
'We made it out.'
