Shadow Slave

Several hundred Sleepers stared at the disfigured body, horrified. Jubei's scale armor disappeared in a rain of light, leaving him dressed only in torn, bloodied rags. A surprised, dazed expression was still frozen on his face.

Awash in blood and broken, the man who had been proud and defiant just a minute ago was now nothing but a pathetic corpse. He was sprawled on the floor in a glistening crimson puddle, reminding everyone of one simple truth.

Never, ever dare to disobey Gunlaug, the Bright Lord.

Or you'll end up just the same.

Sunny was probably one of the only two people in the grand hall who wasn't looking at the corpse. Instead, he was looking at Harus.

Harus himself was staring at the wall, absolutely disinterested in the gruesome fruit of his dark labor.

'What else was I hoping for? Stupid. Hope… hope is a poison. It will only get you killed.'

Sunny knew all the facts, but only now had he finally understood how hopeless it was to even think about challenging the Golden Serpent.

Everything in the Dark City was designed to make him and his army invincible. That was how the damn hunchback had managed to defeat the experienced hunter from the outer settlement so easily, using nothing but his raw strength. He hadn't even had to show his Aspect Ability. Why was the divide in their physical prowess so vast?

That was because with every human in the Dark City possessing the same dormant core, there were only two things that could make someone more powerful than the rest: Soul Essence and Memories.

And both were monopolized by Gunlaug.

Only he possessed the manpower and knowledge to freely hunt in the Dark City. This way, he had become the only person with a reliable source of both Soul Shards and Memories in his possession.

Whatever crumbs the independent hunters were able to acquire would inevitably end up in his hands, too, because Gunlaug also controlled the primitive economy in this cursed place. By providing food and safety in exchange for the so-called "tribute", he made sure that all the resources would flow in only one direction.

Into his hands.

army stronger, which in turn would bring him more Soul Shards and Memories, which in turn would make

to ever be bridged. Sunny had no

could absorb before reaching the bottleneck of their rank… although few ever did. Advancing to the next rank removed that bottleneck and enhanced their bodies according to the saturation

servitude to a single man, there lived the most powerful group of

was the man Nephis planned to

Effie's words: "...no Sleeper can defeat Gunlaug, ever. It's simply

remembered dozens of skulls swinging in the

is she going to pull me into this time? I really have to

that Changing Star even knew how to give

'Curses!'

that he even neglected to listen to Gunlaug's farewell speech. He had the general idea

had left his white throne and disappeared into the darkness behind it. The lieutenants followed, with Harus being the last one to leave. As soon as they were gone, the body of Jubei was unceremoniously dragged away, and a group of Handmaidens silently wiped the puddle of

of Sleepers was invited to return to their breakfast. As

appetite. Leading Cassie away, he glanced at

guess there's a

***

that he will be leaving the castle soon, he became

He observed how Guards were trained. He learned which Artisans were important, and which were not. The only caste he

engravings and stone carvings that decorated

had paid tribute for came to an end. On the dawn of the eighth day, Sunny and Cassie once again appeared in the large hall with beautiful stained

nothing outside these gates but a dirty

do people even want

that he didn't actually know what life in the outer settlement was like. Perhaps the castle was actually a

can it actually be? I guess they just never lived

the gates, but then stopped when someone