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:

will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life behind a

the five Hollows, then

what

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

these specialists himself,

such a specialist, then how

shook her

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

thought on it for a bit, then said

fighter, so what? You are an Ascended.

Jet shook

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. You should

she was right. 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

for a few

to your

frowned, and then

metal door. Behind it,

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 surrounded by a protective barrier fashioned

deep shadows nesting between the

studied the interior of

"There's no one here."

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

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

grimaced, and then raised his head to stare at the lights with a

they just live me

bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs

clothes, hands, and face were covered with

lowered his gaze and slowly focused it on Master Jet

recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then replaced

they sent the attack dog herself after me? Ha!

Sunny sighed inwardly.

was it with people 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.

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

Long time

the

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 in the day, you at least knew how to show

insult,