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

at the five Hollows, then frowned

specialist… what a

the Awakened were thrust into the Spell and tried desperately to survive, striving to return to a semblance of a normal life. A much smaller amount, for whatever

these specialists himself,

specialist,

Jet shook

Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm

on it for a bit, then said

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

shook her

powerful you 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

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

remained silent for a few moments, and

attention to your shadow. Don't let

then gave him a simple

they returned to the dance hall, and then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase led further down, to the underground

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

space was sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still, one could more or less see

interior of the

"There's no one here."

control panel hidden in one of the boxes and moved several

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,

with a dark expression. A hoarse voice resounded in the

they just live

thirty, with a gaunt unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used

and face were covered with blood,

the light with one hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused

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

Hell… they sent the attack dog herself

Sunny sighed inwardly.

people and calling others dogs? He really didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of

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

Kurt. Long time

hearing her voice, the man

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

insult, she