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 will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life

glanced at the five Hollows,

specialist… what a peculiar

of 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 reason, embraced their new nightmarish reality and adapted to it… even thrived in it. They shaped their lives

of these

a specialist, then how did this

shook her

as possible in the Dream Realm

it for a bit, then

fighter, so what? You are an Ascended. Surely, dealing with him

Jet shook her

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 every power has a counter. So keep your

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

remained silent for a few moments,

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

frowned, and then gave him a simple

metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase led further down, to the

like a luxurious theater than a fighting pit. The rows of seats were furnished with red velvet, and there were

between the areas of light. Still, one could more

interior of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

walked over to a control panel hidden in

of light chased away the shadows, and suddenly, a figure of a man could be seen in the

and then raised his head to stare at the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice resounded

can't they just live me

murderer was around thirty, with a gaunt unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs lying

were covered with blood, but the man didn't seem to

hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused it on Master Jet and

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

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

took a step forward, piercing the man

Long time no

her voice, the man called Kurt

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 least knew how to show

his insult,