Shadow Slave

The eel tried to catch him, but was a second too late.

"Crap!"

Falling toward the dark waves, Sunny threw the kunai in the direction of the stone giant's hand.

Instead of a weapon, the colossus was holding a tool that resembled a mason's hammer. The kunai curved in the air and wrapped the invisible string around its shaft.

'This is going to hurt!'

Sunny plunged into the darkness. A moment later, the string drew taut, and he found himself swinging through the air at a terrible speed. Flying underneath the colossal stone fist, he almost touched the black water with his feet, but then the inertia pulled him up and away.

After a few seconds of weightlessness, Sunny landed on the hammer's head and let out a shaky breath. Without wasting any time, he dislodged the Prowling Thorn and pulled it into his hand, then wedged the dagger in a narrow crack on the surface of the giant hammer.

Landing on it was one thing. Staying here, though… that was something else entirely.

The colossus was swinging his arms as he walked, so Sunny basically found himself on top of a giant pendulum. Not only was the hammer swaying back and forth, but the angle of the surface he was standing on also constantly changed, making it hard not to fly off or slid into the raging sea.

Almost kneeling, Sunny held onto the kunai and tried to keep himself from falling. Then, his face pale and grim, he looked up and glanced at the eel.

"I'm right here, you slimy worm!"

The abomination lingered for a few moments, considering whether it should continue to climb up or follow the sound made by the prey. Finally, it twisted its long, repulsive body and slid over the shoulder of the giant, crawling down his arm.

Toward Sunny.

'Come on, come on!'

have the same effect on the giant eel as it had on the Corpse Eater. Both were, presumably, Fallen creatures. If one was poisoned to death by

the Prowling Thorn for the

have no effect on the eel whatsoever. The monster continued to pursue its prey without showing any signs of being

the Weave embued my blood with the odd quality of always being attracted back to the larger mass of it. The Corpse Eater's innards were in the way, so...

Sunny was stuck on the swinging hammer,

"Damn it all!"

slashed at the slender tentacle that approached him. Even enhanced by the shadow, the blade of the tachi failed to cut the flesh of the Fallen

'Not good, not good…'

ones were used

other tentacles were slender, long, and numerous. These were the ones that Sunny now had to dodge and fight

sides. Dodging and deflecting them

the Stone Saint and incorporated it into his own technique. Its steadiness and indomitability were translated through grounded footwork,

right. The best

of the Dark City. But if he had continued to follow it narrowly

defied logic. It threw all kinds of horrors at those unfortunate enough to step foot inside its vast expanse. Take this situation, for example… what kind of

to find himself in such a situation. Only

adaptability was the most important

left to live were numbered. The

'Twenty-eight.'

eel. Instantly weakened, he gritted his teeth and

them hit against the blade of the Midnight Shard with tremendous force, sending it flying from his hand

the hammer. Catching himself at the last

nowhere to

But it was fine.

'Twenty-nine.'

at the circular platform, Effie strained her muscles and hurled the thing entrusted to her by Sunny into the