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:

This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He is… was the

at the five

specialist… what a

a normal life. A much smaller amount, for whatever reason,

of these

such a specialist, then how did this mess

shook her

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

thought on it for a bit, then

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

shook

is all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome of

served as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a perfect counter to his formidable

remained silent for a few moments, and

this guy, pay attention to your shadow.

and then gave

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

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.

deep shadows nesting between the areas of light.

of the arena, then

"There's no one here."

over to a control panel hidden in one of the boxes

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 his hands. Previously, that place

head to stare at the lights with a

they just

used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as well as shards of a broken

with blood, but the man didn't

he lowered his gaze

hint of recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then

the attack dog herself

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

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

there, Kurt. Long time no

her voice, the man called Kurt

finds it

his insult, she smiled,