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:

is not someone who has spent his whole life

at the five Hollows,

what a

he understood what Master Jet had meant. Most 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

one of these specialists himself,

such a specialist,

Jet shook

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

thought on it for a

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

Jet shook her

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,

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

silent for a few moments,

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

Jet frowned, and then gave him

returned to the dance hall, and then found another heavy metal

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

nesting between the areas of light. Still, one could more

studied the interior of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

a control panel hidden in

and suddenly, a figure of a man could be seen in the very center of

man grimaced, and then raised his head to stare at the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse

they just live

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

hands, and face were covered with blood, but the man didn't seem

gaze and slowly focused it on

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.

with people and calling 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 were the rich man's best

man with

Long time

voice, the man called

government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with

insult,