"Lost from Light, I command you to die!"
The words that would have filled Sunny with terror once now filled his heart with hope.
They thundered from the sky, slamming into the Vile Thieving Bird a split second before it lunged at Sunny in a hurricane of black feathers.
This was the gamble he staked his life on... the fact that even if the Thieving Bird was not a Shadow Slave, it had stolen the fate of one, and was therefore fated to be beholden to the same bond.
If Sunny was wrong, they would die.
If he was correct, however, and fate was a blade that cut both ways, then they would gain a vital advantage in the fight against the Cursed Terror.
He did not know what that advantage would entail — whether the Thieving Bird would truly drop dead or become more susceptible to being killed — but he knew that having stolen his [Fated] Attribute, it was prone to finding itself in improbable situations.
