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 behind a Citadel wall. He

at the five Hollows, then frowned

specialist… what a

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

these specialists himself, after

specialist, then how did this mess

shook

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

for a

seasoned fighter, so

Jet shook her

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

right. 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 Ability, and Caster had

remained silent for a few moments, and

your shadow. Don't let him get anywhere

Jet frowned, and then gave him a simple

hall, and then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase led further down,

looked 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 a stage

was sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of

studied the interior of the

"There's no one here."

over to a control panel hidden in one of the boxes

moment later, bright spotlights ignited 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

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

why can't they

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

face were covered with blood,

with one hand, he lowered his gaze and

appeared in his eyes, which was

they sent the

Sunny sighed inwardly.

marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could

the man with a cold, cold gaze. The

Kurt. Long

her voice, the man called

like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in the day, you at least knew

insult,