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

glanced at the five Hollows,

specialist… 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,

of these specialists himself, after

he is such a specialist, then how did this mess

Jet shook

little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their

thought on it for a bit,

don't get it… even if he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an Ascended.

shook her

matter how powerful you are, one mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome of the fight. You should know this already… every Aspect has a Flaw, and every power has a counter.

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 undone

for a few moments, and

guy, pay attention to your shadow. Don't let

then

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

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

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

interior of the arena,

"There's no one here."

a control panel hidden in one of the boxes

man could be seen in the very center of the stage, sitting on the floor with his face

stare at the lights with a

why can't they just live me

were several used stimulant packs lying

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

the light with one hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused it

his eyes,

they sent the attack dog herself after me?

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. Dogs were the rich

a step forward, piercing the man

there, Kurt. Long time no

voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

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

his insult,