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 not someone who has spent

five Hollows,

specialist… what

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 new nightmarish reality and

these specialists himself,

he is such a specialist, then how

Jet shook her

you think are the most compromised Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their actual lives? No, it's

for a bit, then said with

get it… even if he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an Ascended. Surely, dealing with him

Jet shook her

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

had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect

for a few moments, and

pay attention to your shadow. Don't let him get

and then gave him

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

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

with deep shadows nesting between the areas

the interior of the arena, then

"There's no one here."

moment, then walked over to a control

a bright radiance. The wave of light chased away the shadows, and suddenly, a figure of a man could

his head to stare at the lights with

why can't they just live

a gaunt unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as well as shards of a

covered with blood, but the man didn't seem

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

in his eyes, which was then replaced with

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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 man's best

a step forward, piercing the man with a cold, cold

Long

voice, the man

of yourself lately, haven't you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate

his insult, she