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, if I am right, then this will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his

at the five Hollows, then frowned

what a

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 Nightmare Spell, and not the

was one of these specialists himself, after

a specialist, then how did

Jet shook her

possible in

on it for a

so what? You are

shook

ever easy, Sunny. That is a mindset 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 fight.

the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a

a few moments,

we confront this guy, pay attention to your shadow. Don't let him get anywhere

and then gave

found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase led further down,

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 itself resembled a stage and was

was sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of

of the arena, then

"There's no one here."

a moment, then walked over to a control panel hidden in one of the boxes and moved several

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

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

they just live

used stimulant

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

lowered his gaze and

in his eyes, which was then replaced with

sent the attack

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

a step forward, piercing the man with a cold, cold gaze. The murderer

there, Kurt. Long

voice, the man called Kurt

government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in the

insult, she smiled,