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:

dangerous. This guy is not someone who

five

what

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

one of these

specialist, then how

shook her

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

a bit,

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

shook

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

by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a perfect counter to his formidable Ability, and Caster had been

a

pay attention to your shadow. Don't

Jet frowned, and then gave

hall, and then found another heavy metal door.

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 itself

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

the interior of

"There's no one here."

control panel hidden in one of the

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.

raised his head to stare at the lights with a dark expression. A

why can't they

were several used stimulant packs lying on

face were covered with blood, but

his gaze and slowly

recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then replaced with

the attack dog herself after me? Ha! What

Sunny sighed inwardly.

it with people and calling others dogs? He really didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew.

forward, piercing the man with

Long time

her voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in the

his insult,