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

glanced at the five Hollows,

specialist… what a peculiar

normal life. A much smaller amount, for whatever reason, embraced their new nightmarish reality and adapted to

these

is such a specialist, then

Jet shook

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

on it for a bit,

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

shook

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. So keep your

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 had been undone by

silent for a few moments, and then

to your shadow. Don't

then gave him a

metal door. Behind it, a narrow

pit. The rows of seats were furnished with red velvet, and there were private boxes for the most affluent of the visitors.

whole space was sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still,

the interior of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

walked over to a control panel hidden in one of the boxes and moved

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 the very center of the stage, sitting on the floor with his face buried in

with a dark expression. A hoarse voice

they just live

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

with blood, but the

his gaze and slowly focused it

of recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then

Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog herself after

Sunny sighed inwardly.

were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could afford to have

a step forward, piercing the man with a cold,

Long

hearing her voice, the

you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in the day, you at least knew how to show

his insult, she