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

glanced at the five

specialist… what a

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

of these

he is such a specialist, then how did

shook her

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

on it for a bit, then said with

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

shook her

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

his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a perfect counter to his formidable Ability, and Caster had

silent for a few moments, and then

pay attention to your shadow. Don't let him

then gave

and then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase

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 arena itself resembled

nesting between the areas

of the arena, then

"There's no one here."

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

figure of a man could be seen in the very center of the stage, sitting on the floor

raised his head to stare at the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice resounded in the silence of

why can't they just

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

face were covered with blood, but

the light with one hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused it on Master Jet and

his eyes, which was

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

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

there, Kurt. Long

the man called

full of yourself lately, haven't you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath

insult,