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:

if I am right, then this will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He

glanced at the five Hollows,

specialist… what

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 nightmarish reality and adapted to it… even thrived in it. They shaped

one of these specialists himself, after

such a specialist, then how did this mess

Jet shook her

Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their actual

for a bit, then

he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an Ascended.

Jet shook her

you are, one mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome

His own experience served as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a perfect counter to his formidable Ability, and Caster had

remained silent for a

to your shadow. Don't let him get

and then gave

dance hall, and then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase led further down, to the

was 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

with deep shadows nesting between the areas of

Jet studied the interior of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

for a moment, then walked over to a control panel hidden in one

with a bright radiance. The wave of light chased away the shadows, and suddenly, a figure of a man could be seen in the very center of the stage, sitting on the floor

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

they just live me

bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant

were covered with blood, but the man didn't seem

hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly

recognition slowly appeared in his eyes,

sent the attack dog herself

Sunny sighed inwardly.

didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could

took a step forward, piercing the man with

there, Kurt. Long time

voice, the

that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to

insult, she smiled,