For a moment, Sunny was disoriented.
Slayer's senses were difficult to get used to. Each of her five senses was vastly superior and far sharper than his own — except for his touch, which had been elevated by Bone Weave a long time ago. Fusing with Slayer was like stepping into a world overflowing with an endless complexity of sounds, scents, flavors, and starkly vivid images.
It would have been overwhelming if not for the fact that Sunny had developed a staggering capacity to grasp and absorb new information over the years, as well as while rising in Rank. Still, Slayer possessed more senses than the mundane five, as well — a primitive version of shadow sense, for example, and others that Sunny could not even name.
And there were a myriad of abominable rats moving simultaneously all around them now. There was the Will of a Cursed Beast bending the world, and the rules of Ariel's Game sapping Slayer of strength.
It was enough to send Sunny reeling for a split second.
