Shadow Slave

The danger was gone, so Sunny allowed himself to tiredly kneel on the ground, his breathing heavy and laborious. The strenuous battle against the host of spiders had not lasted long, but he was utterly exhausted. The intensity of these perilous minutes was enough to bring anyone down to their knees.

'Too weak. I am still too weak.'

With a heavy sigh, he summoned the runes and glanced at the number of shadow fragments.

Shadow Fragments: [362/1000].

Not bad. Clearing the nest had given him twenty-two fragments — ten for the five iron spiders he had killed himself, and another twelve for those slain by the Shadow Saint.

With the taciturn monster serving as his murderous pet, the speed with which Sunny was able to accumulate power was twice as fast, at least. If things continued like this, the Stone Saint was going to return his investment of a hundred shadow fragments in no time.

'If I live long enough.'

With a grimace, Sunny dismissed the Midnight Shard and slowly got up. The sun was already rolling down toward the horizon, so they had to hurry with collecting soul shards from the corpses of the iron spiders.

There were a lot of corpses…

Cutting one of the beasts open with the Prowling Thorn, Sunny struggled with the idea that they had eviscerated this many Nightmare Creatures. Of course, he had expected this much. After all, Nephis and Sunny had been able to fight against two or three carapace scavengers back when it was only the two of them. Both of them were much weaker, less experienced, and barely equipped with Memories back then, too.

Now that they had spent seven whole months in the Dream Realm — many times more than most Sleepers ever had to — and tempered themselves against the perilous hellscape of the Forgotten Shore, both their skill and level of power had dramatically increased.

there were two other powerhouses fighting alongside them, as well as Nightingale and the menacing

yet, observing the carnage that they had left if their wake still made Sunny doubt

were Awakened

cohort had won did not lie in the individual prowess of its members, but in their ability to cooperate and control the battlefield. The

that was as cunning

Sunny sighed.

all of them were of the mindless variety. The only two exceptions he knew about were the Carapace Demon and

and strong could escape from the flood of black water that drowned the world every night. Only comparatively

sent to this forsaken hell by the Spell,

on the crumbs left behind by the true masters of this

'What a depressing thought.'

cold water on Sunny's pride over

'Well. Whatever…'

with the gruesome job of fishing out the soul shards out of the dead spiders. While Nephis was dividing the spoils among the members of the cohort, Sunny used the chance

be a cloak weaved from spider silk. Judging from the description, the cloak could provide him with a small amount of protection against physical attacks, simple by virtue of being very

amount of protection it could provide would be of any help in this damned place. He would also rather kill himself than

the Puppeteer's Shard, not to mention being a hindrance to anything

Saint absorbed another shadow fragment, at

the soul shards and entrusting them to Effie, who had more than enough