Shadow Slave

The opening ceremony of the tournament was supposed to be a spectacular event, with thousands of challengers — each of them a talented Awakened fighter — gathered in the magnificent central courtyard of the illusory Bastion. Slightly more than a thousand of them were those participating in the individual competition, and the rest were members of competing cohorts.

The representative of the great clan Valor welcomed them and gave a short speech, after which an androgynous person of undetermined age in exquisite silk garments — the eccentric Saint responsible for creating the Dreamscape — followed suit. This Transcendent had a hypnotically beautiful face that was, for some reason, plastered with an unreasonable amount of makeup, and a genteel, almost effeminate bearing.

If Sunny was there, he would recognize their pleasant voice as the one that read all the announcements in the Dreamscape.

But he wasn't.

Why would he waste time on these theatrics? He skipped the speeches, the performances, the incredible montage of the most exciting moments from the battles of the previous day, and even the event that everyone had been waiting for with bated breath — the formation of the tournament bracket that would determine who would face whom and in what order.

Sunny didn't care who was going to fight him, he just wanted to kill somebody as soon as possible.

With each round of duels, half of the participants were going to be eliminated. That meant that he had to win ten consecutive fights to receive the best reward. Of course, it wasn't an easy task… by now, there were no amateurs remaining in the tournament. Every single one of the thousand challengers was a formidable warrior, and by the end of it, only true talents would remain.

It was also a perfect chance for him to try and learn their polished battle styles.

Sunny waited until the bracket was almost complete and finally dove into the Dreamscape. The menacing black figure of Mongrel appeared among the crowd of challengers, causing a bit of a stir. Immediately, those closest to him began to whisper.

"Hey! It's him!"

"Man. The bastard is even scarier in real life. That scene from the montage... gods, I'm so glad we chose to enter the tournament as a cohort!"

"Ptui! What's the big deal? I hope I draw him as an opponent… crushing this wannabe should be fun…"

Ignoring the whispers, Sunny looked around with curiosity. He wasn't interested in the people gathered around him, but in the courtyard itself. This was his first time inside Bastion… well, an illusory version of it. Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit of awe. This was a legendary place… one of the earliest Citadels conquered by humans, their greatest foothold in the Dream Realm. The seat of a Great Clan's power.

...And the former stronghold of one of the daemons.

It was like he was part of history.

however, quickly drowned by

girl! What does she even

hands were itching

was complete. Sunny didn't bother to study it and just prepared himself

the courtyard again — only this time,

spectators looking down from the stands. They were chanting, screaming, and waving their

was a young man in a striking bloodred armor,

as the young man saw the

knew this would happen!

growled and dashed forward, raising the Soul

flew into the air, the audience exploded with cheers,

in Red

***

of a lighthearted discussion with Dimi when the producer of the broadcast addressed him through the earpiece, forcing the young man

you, Dimi, but it seems we already have a win! Wow, that was

duel that ended before the voice

it

His colleague laughed.

losing to such a fearsome enemy…

black armor standing motionlessly above the corpse

or did

is a Nightmare

on them to commercial breaks, to sometimes joining the

that duel — and during a couple of next ones as well — the enigmatic swordsman seemed

Mongrel fan, but not a diehard follower, was a

he had an expert

Mongrel is struggling all of a sudden? After his performance yesterday, I was sure that we will see pure carnage

The older man chuckled.