Shadow Slave

In that moment, hovering on the edge of nothingness, Sunny realized that he was about to die.

He had to struggle against the fog that permeated his mind, slowing down his thoughts and dampening all emotions.

All except for fear.

Despite the fact that his body was broken and his mind was paralyzed, some stubborn part of Sunny was still refusing to give up. He wasn't ready to die. At least not without giving his all to survive.

He was revolted at the thought of giving the world the satisfaction of the win.

That would be so infuriating. Hadn't he told Hero that he was going to survive no matter what, to spite them all?

That's right. He might be a shameless liar, but a promise was still a promise.

But… how was he even supposed to survive? No matter how he looked at it, the situation seemed to be hopeless.

As the scythe slayer approached, its eyes shining menacingly with bloodthirsty crimson light, Sunny tried to pierce through the fog that enveloped his mind. However, his attempts were aimless and weak. It was hard to find purchase in the fog.

He needed an anchor.

Suddenly, a simple thought caught his attention. It was something that he had repeated a thousand times, burning it into his mind.

'Repetition, experience, clarity.'

Clarity…

He remembered what Nephis had taught him. The essence of combat was murder. Any action performed during a battle served only one of two purposes: it was either to kill your enemy or prevent the enemy from killing you.

If he could learn that, he would have enough clarity to master the mind.

Back then, he didn't really understand the profound meaning behind the simple word "clarity" that Nephis had used. But now, with his mind in shambles, he was finally able to grasp it.

The two truths behind the essence and purpose of combat were simple and solid, almost tangible. Even in his half-conscious state, he was able to use them as a stable foundation in the fog. Then, he reformed his mind around this foundation, building it along the stark lines of that truth.

Suddenly, he was able to think again.

What's more, his thoughts were clear and incredibly fast, free of all unnecessary distractions.

This was clarity.

***

looked up at the advancing monster, calmly weighing

shadow still followed his commands, but it was busy doing an

help, he wouldn't be

was a useless thought. He couldn't do anything about it,

his body immobilized,

left only

carapace scavenger was going to have to be his only tool to either kill the enemy

was quickly approaching Sunny. Its mandibles moved, viscous saliva flowing down from them in a torrent of transparent mucus. In a flash of lightning, he was able to

sword was still protruding from its body,

'What an ugly bastard.'

be told, with its black carapace painted with crimson patterns and a mighty body specially designed for mayhem and slaughter, the scythe

almost majestic… in a terrifying, murderous

to look helplessly as the monster closed the distance between them and loomed over Sunny's broken, bleeding

the air, ready to

into the monster's burning eyes, Sunny

hell,

scythes shot toward

rammed into the monster from the side, throwing

chaotic mess of limbs as they rolled on the ground. Despite the fact that it was smaller and weaker, its crazy assault and complete disregard

wind was drowned out by the clamor of chitin striking against

every way. Even with one of its scythes pinned awkwardly under its body, the monster was more than able to repel the sudden attack. With an angry screech, it sliced with the other scythe, cutting one of the scavenger's pincer arms clean

the process, the rear leg that was already wounded by Sunny broke off,

with madness and fury, it untangled its limbs and slowly stood up. Another deafening screech resounded

what?' he thought,

then, something

slightly raise and lean its torso back to account for the loss of a rear leg and keep its balance. At that moment, a bolt of lightning landed right in the middle

to the handle of the sword that was still sticking from its body, aimed at the sky at a slight angle. At that moment, Changing Star's longsword suddenly became a

of volts of

thrown to the ground. Whisps of smoke rose from

the monster's chitin, slowly accumulating on the

at all this in

'It's… glowing?'

But no, a single strike of lightning was not enough

it was in a rather bad shape, it was still alive

but surely, it was coming back to its senses. The bone scythes scraped against

it did, Nephis was

of the longsword, she grimaced as the heat burned her hands. Then, she twisted the blade, making the slayer's body twitch,

quicker. Dashing to the side, she simultaneously lashed out with her sword. The glowing, white-hot blade caught the creature's arm right below the joint and cleaved through it, sending the terrifying bone scythe flying through the air in a rain of

screeched and swatted her away with one of its legs. Nephis was thrown back and rolled on the rocks, losing her grip on the