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:

if I am 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 five Hollows, then frowned

what a peculiar

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, and

these specialists himself,

a specialist, then how

shook

Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their actual lives?

for a

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

Jet shook

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

perfect proof. Harus had died by his

a few moments, and

confront this guy, pay attention to your shadow. Don't let him get anywhere near

then gave him a

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

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 out of transparent

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

the interior of the arena, then

"There's no one here."

a moment, then walked over to a control panel hidden in

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

his head to stare at the lights with a dark

why can't they just

There were several used stimulant

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

lowered his gaze

appeared in his

Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog herself after me?

Sunny sighed inwardly.

what he knew. Of course, only

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

Kurt. Long

hearing her voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in

his insult, she