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:

This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life behind a

the five Hollows, then

specialist… what

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 their lives to suit the deadly challenge of the

was one of these specialists

he is such a specialist,

Jet shook

possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their actual lives? No, it's people

for a bit,

it… even if he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an Ascended.

Jet shook her

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

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

for a

to your shadow. Don't

Jet frowned, and then gave him a simple

hall, and then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow

looked more like a luxurious theater than a fighting pit. The rows of seats were furnished with red velvet, and there

nesting between the areas of light. Still, one

the interior of the arena, then

"There's no one here."

a control panel hidden in one of the boxes and moved

of light chased away the shadows, and suddenly, a figure of a man could be seen in the very center of the stage, sitting

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

they just

gaunt unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used

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

his gaze and slowly

appeared in his eyes, which was

Hell… they sent the attack dog herself after me? Ha! What an

Sunny sighed inwardly.

really didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he

step forward, piercing the man with a cold,

there, Kurt. Long time

her voice, the man called

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

insult,