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:

right, then this will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He is… was the

glanced at the five Hollows, then frowned

specialist… what

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

these specialists

a specialist, then how did this

shook

you think are the most compromised Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the

it for a bit,

a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an Ascended. Surely, dealing with him will

Jet shook her

all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome of the fight. You should know this

had to agree that 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 moments, and

to your

and then gave him a

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

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

between the areas of light. Still, one could more or less

the interior of the

"There's no one here."

then walked over to a control

bright spotlights ignited on the ceiling, flooding the arena with a bright radiance. The wave of light chased away the shadows, and suddenly, a figure of a man could be seen in

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

they just live me

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

covered with blood, but the

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

slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then replaced with

Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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 man's best

piercing the man with a cold,

Long time

the man

haven't you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it

insult, she smiled,