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

the five Hollows, then

what a

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

was one of these specialists himself,

such a specialist, then how did this

shook

do you think are the most compromised Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then

a bit, then

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

shook

ever easy, Sunny. 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 know this already… every Aspect has a Flaw, and

served as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect

for a few moments, and then

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

frowned, and then

another heavy metal door. Behind it, a

were 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

illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still, one could

of the

"There's no one here."

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

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 on the floor with his face buried in his hands. Previously, that place had

lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice resounded in the silence

they just live

There were several used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as

were covered with blood, but the

hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused

in his eyes, which was then

they sent the attack dog herself

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

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

there, Kurt. Long time

hearing her voice, the man called

a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding

insult, she smiled,