Shadow Slave

As soon as the commentator mentioned Mongrel, the feed changed to the image of a menacing figure in black armor calmly walking through the forest, the blade of the infamous odachi resting on its shoulder. The lightless pits of the demonic mask's eyes stared directly into the camera, as if there was nothing but darkness beneath it.

As soon as Mongrel appeared on the screens, the chat exploded.

"YES! It's Mongrel!"

"Hail to the Lord!"

"Huh? Who is Mongrel?"

"...You mean hail to the LADY?"

Dimi laughed.

"Ah, yes. This guy. Well, Mongrel is a really impressive fighter, but the results may not be as predictable as everyone thinks. Every year, the same thing happens — at the later stages of the tournament, two distinct groups clash. One is the Dreamscape elites, and the other is newcomers attracted by the rewards. Historically, the newcomers tend to do better."

He sighed and shook his head.

"Plus, we don't really know a lot about Mongrel. Sure, he has a very impressive track record, but most of his wins were achieved against random opponents. Who knows what will happen when he faces the best of the best? If I were to bet, my money is still on Queen Bee. If anyone has a chance against the newcomers, it should be her."

Syclus nodded a few times, expressing his enthusiastic agreement.

"Sure! But, still, returning to Mongrel. Everyone is dying to know who he really is under that scary mask. And if anyone knows anything about you, Dimi, they'll know that you must have your guesses…"

The older man smiled, his eyes suddenly gleaming with excitement.

"Funny you should ask! Actually, I do have a theory…"

***

Corvus was

"Challenger Fry was eliminated."

"Challenger Erax was eliminated."

corpses at his feet, which were already turning into a flood of white sparks. These three Awakened attacked him as a group, and while

for more than several seconds was already an excellent result, considering

Sunny shook the drops of blood off its blade

was bound to turn into sparks of light and disappear, too. But that was already a habit of

short skirmish was not as easy as he had made it look. The Awakened were dangerous enemies, since each of them possessed a unique Aspect. They were cunning, resourceful, and unpredictable. That was why he had to act swiftly, making the fight

a long time ago, since being able to crush his opponents with brute force was detrimental to his main goal

Autumn Leaf — the Memory he

hair must have looked

in a rush to eliminate as many other players as he could

royale format of the qualifying rounds — as soon as true powerhouses revealed

could be a dozen fighters launching a

someone who had spent hundreds of days fighting for

to be much more intense than I

thought, an ancient tree next to him suddenly exploded into a cloud of splinters, and something sharp shot at him with incredible speed. Cursing,

whistled past him and embedded itself into the trunk of another tree, its trembling shaft

shoulder and glanced at the arrow, then lunged into a

'Curses! A sniper!'

fell from the sky, almost

gritted his teeth and

***

a broad-shouldered young man was shown, drawing the string of an oversized bow. His mightly muscles strained, and when he released the string, a

were not paying him

shadow of a doubt that Mongrel is not, in fact, one of the Forgotten Shore survivors, but actually the son of the secret child of the legendary Nightwalker, the founder of the House of

back to the skirmishes in the ancient forest,

the three other challengers, now he seems to be in the crosshairs of one of the newcomers you spoke about earlier.