'Is Shuu… dead…? No way… I can still feel his presence… But where is he…?'
The hero looked around the shadows, his hand reaching into the mass under his feet to drag a body out.
Shuu looked drained, and his eyes were closed. His breathing was shallow, and his body seemed to have no warmth remaining. But he was alive, and that was all that mattered.
"Giveeee himmmm to usssss"
The shadows hissed at the crown prince, but he quickly smashed them under his feet. These low-lives did not deserve to land even a hand on Shuu's body.
"Tsk, know your place."
His voice contained a mixture of holy and demonic power. The two powers felt like they were finally in harmony inside him, and he felt like he could do anything and nothing at the same time.
The shadows recoiled as the holy relic on Shuu's arm finally started to do its job, and Shuu began to heal.
"Hmm, I should get you a relic that can do more than heal you. Hmm, you will look good adorned in holy relics all around."
