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!'

it had on the Corpse Eater. Both were, presumably, Fallen creatures. If one was poisoned to death by Blood Weave, why

with the Prowling Thorn for the fun of

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

It just tore that leech from inside because the stupid thing swallowed a whole lot, and the Weave embued my blood with the odd

of killing the eel were crushed. Now, Sunny was stuck on the swinging hammer, with his only path of escape blocked

"Damn it all!"

Even enhanced by the shadow, the blade of the tachi failed to cut the flesh of the Fallen creature, and instead

'Not good, not good…'

tentacles. Some were thick, powerful, and few in number. These ones were used to push

were the ones that

Sunny from all sides. Dodging and deflecting them while maintaining

were translated through grounded

choking breaths, Sunny couldn't help but think that Nephis was right. The best fighters weren't those who were the strongest, but those

the Dark City. But if he had continued to follow it narrowly and neglected to add flexibility to his technique by incorporating the Stone Saint's style into it, he would

this situation, for example… what kind of a person would imagine

himself in such a

important trait an Awakened fighter could

even though Sunny had taken all the right steps, the seconds he had left to live were numbered. The onslaught of the slender tentacles

'Twenty-eight.'

his body and rush toward the approaching eel. Instantly weakened, he gritted his

tremendous force, sending it

the surface of the hammer. Catching himself at the last moment, he pushed away and rolled, barely avoiding being pierced

had nowhere to retreat

But it was fine.

'Twenty-nine.'

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