Chapter Two-Hundred-and-Two
Diwa looked at the hologram of the black helmet with blatant desire in her melody.
“Don’t,” Adam warned her.
“I know,” she replied, although he could tell that she desperately wanted another sentient helmet.
I get that she’s lonely and likes having a ‘companion’, but getting attached to a thing that uses your body for spare parts is fucked up.
He closed the lid and pushed the chest away from the corpses.
“Loot,” Chien said next to Heiner’s body. Adam registered a note of annoyance from his melody when it didn’t work. “It is not possible to take his things.”
“That’s because his body is filled with the Forlorn Shadow’s power,” Adam explained. “It isn’t controlling him yet, but it’s keeping us from taking his things. I guess the System wants to make sure that when a player is resurrected, they are a danger to their former team, rather than naked and harmless.”
Adam briefly thought that sacrificing Heiner’s body to the Flayed Lady might work to release his loot, but despite how horrific being paralysed had been, he wouldn’t condemn anyone to what fate awaited within the Rotten Core.
“How do we get his loot?” Diwa asked.