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!'

was hoping that his blood will 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 Blood Weave, why couldn't the

not cut himself with the Prowling Thorn for the fun

whatsoever. The monster continued to pursue its prey without

it's not poisonous, really. It just tore that leech from inside because the stupid thing swallowed a whole lot, and 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 swinging hammer, with his only path

"Damn it all!"

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

'Not good, not good…'

eel had two types of tentacles. Some were thick, powerful, and few in number. These ones were used to push its massive body forward

These were the

more tentacles assaulted Sunny from all sides. Dodging and deflecting them while maintaining his balance on the chaotically swinging hammer

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

right. The best fighters weren't those who were the strongest, but those who were

style he had learned from her had served him well on the streets of 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

at those unfortunate enough to step foot inside its vast expanse. Take this situation, for example…

to find himself in such a situation. Only

adaptability was the most important trait an Awakened fighter

the seconds he had left to live were numbered. The onslaught of the slender tentacles was already too much

'Twenty-eight.'

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

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

in pain and roll back, almost sliding off the surface of the hammer. Catching himself at the

nowhere to retreat

But it was fine.

'Twenty-nine.'

the circular platform, Effie strained her muscles and hurled