Shadow Slave

Master Jet remained silent for a second, then asked calmly:

"Are you sure? This place has been swept multiple times before we arrived."

Sunny nodded.

"He is here. Underground."

She looked down, her face slowly turning somber.

"...Well, I guess we should go and say hi."

Sunny nodded and made a step toward the door of the small office. However, she suddenly stopped him.

"Wait."

He looked at her with a bit of confusion.

"Yes?"

Master Jet hesitated for a few moments. There was a complicated expression on her face. Finally, she said:

"There are very few people with a shadow affinity Aspect in the world, and even fewer who frequent places such as this."

Sunny frowned.

"What are you trying to say?"

She looked at him darkly.

"I'm saying that I might know this guy. In fact, when I heard that there was an incident in the Slaughterhouse, I already had a suspicion of who was responsible."

He blinked a couple of times.

"You know the murderer?"

Master Jet shrugged.

"There are hundreds of thousands of Awakened in the world. That seems like a big number, but in fact, it is not. If you live long enough, sooner or later, you will know of everyone who is worth knowing… more or less. It's a small world."

She paused for a moment, and then added:

then this will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel

five Hollows, then frowned

what a

what Master Jet had meant. Most of the Awakened were thrust into the Spell and tried desperately to survive, striving to return to a semblance of a normal life. A much smaller amount, for whatever reason, embraced their new

these specialists

a specialist, then

Jet shook her

compromised Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and

it for a bit, then said with

so what? You are an Ascended. Surely, dealing with

shook

killed. No matter how powerful you are, one mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome of the fight.

right. His own experience served as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was

remained silent for a few moments,

we confront this guy, pay attention to your shadow.

Jet frowned, and then gave him a

another heavy metal door.

larger than Sunny had imagined, and looked more like a luxurious theater than a fighting pit. The rows of seats were furnished with red velvet, and there were private boxes for the most affluent of the visitors. The arena

sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still, one

of the arena, then

"There's no one here."

moment, then walked over to a control panel hidden

light chased away the shadows, and suddenly, a figure of a man

stare at the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice resounded in the silence of the underground

they just

face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as well as shards

face were covered with blood, but

hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused it on Master

recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which

Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog

Sunny sighed inwardly.

dogs? He really didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the

the man

Long

the man called Kurt suddenly

You got really full of yourself lately, haven't you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in the day, you

his insult, she smiled,