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, if I am right, then this will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life behind

five Hollows, then frowned

what

a semblance of a normal life. A much smaller amount, for whatever reason, embraced their new nightmarish reality

was one of these specialists

such a specialist, then

Jet shook her

possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their

on it for a bit, then

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

shook her

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. So keep your guard

was right. His own experience served as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was

for a few moments, and

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

Jet frowned, and then gave him

heavy metal door. Behind it, a

Sunny had imagined, and looked more like 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

sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of light.

of the arena,

"There's no one here."

moment, then walked over to a control panel hidden in one of the

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 the very center of the stage, sitting

with a dark expression. A hoarse voice resounded in

they just live

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

covered with blood,

with one hand, he lowered his gaze and

his eyes,

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the

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

there, Kurt. Long time

hearing her voice, the man called Kurt

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 the day, you at

insult, she