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:

is not someone who has

the five Hollows,

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 nightmarish reality and adapted to it… even thrived

was one of these specialists

he is such a specialist, then how did this

Jet shook her

Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their actual lives? No, it's

thought on it for a bit,

fighter, so what? You are an Ascended. Surely,

Jet shook

killed. No matter how powerful you are, one mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't

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 been

remained silent for a few moments,

we confront this guy, pay attention to your shadow. Don't

Jet frowned, and then gave him

heavy metal door.

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 itself

was sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still, one could more or less see

Jet studied the interior of the arena, then

"There's no one here."

control panel hidden in one of the boxes and moved several

the ceiling, flooding the arena 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 with his face buried in his hands. Previously, that place

and then raised his head to stare at the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice resounded in the

why can't they

murderer was around thirty, with a gaunt unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as well as shards of a broken liquor

face were covered with blood, but

he lowered his gaze

slowly appeared in his

that you, Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog herself after me? Ha! What an

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

took a step forward, piercing the man with a cold, cold

Long time no

hearing her voice, the

it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in the day, you

insult, she smiled,