Shadow Slave

Picking himself up from the floor, Sunny staggered and found his way back to the fire burning under the improvised grill. Glancing at the motionless stone knight, he spat a bit more blood and groaned.

As the appetizing aroma of roasting meat filled the air, the Blood Weave got busy repairing his body. By the time his supper was ready, Sunny was able to breathe without wincing.

Putting the meat on his prized possession — the luxurious silver plate — Sunny prepared to eat.

On the Forgotten Shore, simple everyday necessities like plates were rarer than enchanted swords and magical suits of armor. In the whole cursed city, only Gunlaug and his five lieutenants were able to dine with as much decorum as Sunny.

Granted, he had yet to find even a single pair of chopsticks in this whole damn place, let alone something more technologically advanced, like a spoon. Of course, Sunny could try and make one himself, but that wasn't the same thing.

The Shadow Saint was silently looking at him with her burning ruby eyes. Feeling uncomfortable under her mysterious gaze, Sunny glanced at his plate, then at the menacing stone creature.

"Uh… you want some?"

He raised a piece of meat and offered it to the taciturn monster. However, the Stone Saint showed no reaction at all.

"Well… suit yourself."

Using the Prowling Thorn as a kitchen utensil, Sunny dug in, devouring the juicy meat like a starving animal. With not a single human soul around, he didn't bother with table manners at all.

'Uh… that's the life!'

His perpetually hungry outskirt self would have been really shocked to see this extravagant feast. That was real meat! He had hunted and prepared it himself, no less. More than that, he got to enjoy a similar type of luxury food almost every day.

Of course, that real meat had come from a revolting horror of a monster, but these were just small details.

Chewing on the last piece with a sense of deep satisfaction, Sunny thoughtfully looked at the Stone Saint. It was time to continue…

there was a possible synergy between the different powers that his Aspect possessed. Namely, if the enhancement provided by Shadow Control could be

that belonged to them, as well as any living creature except for Sunny himself. He had

it

But what about Shadows?

his shadow in the direction of the

in its dark embrace. Then, it seemed to disappear, as

crimson fire. Her smooth granite skin shined with dark radiance once again,

the temperature in the hidden chamber dropped by a couple of degrees. Shadows around the menacing creature seemed to swell, becoming deeper and darker, like a vast mantle sewn from boundless empty

always looked dangerous

the experiment ended in a resounding success. It was apparent that

bit peeved, he

I do when using the shadow? Shouldn't it be the

head, Sunny lamented his lack of good looks and simultaneously congratulated himself on becoming the master of such a stylish monster. Technically, it didn't matter how his Shadows looked, just as long as they were powerful. However, he

was great, but killing monsters while looking good was

use my shadow,

he shifted his perspective to look

the still waters of the

the spheres of

if I can equip her with

to assume that a

of the cursed city. It was a large, square tower shield that was almost as tall as him. The thing

the cumbersome shield, Sunny walked over to the Shadow Saint and handed it to her with a

Take this. Uh…

for a few moments, then lowered her head and glanced

on. Come on, take