Shadow Slave

Sunny looked down on himself, evaluating his own state.

The wound in his chest was gone. However, it wasn't as though he was unscathed… his body, or at least this manifestation of it, seemed battered and beaten. However, it was also full of ferocious strength and vigor, as well as feeling light, as if a tremendous weight had been lifted off his shoulders just a few moments ago.

He didn't know how exactly this battle of the souls was supposed to work, but suspected that his current form was a representation of his spirit. He had endured a lot in these recent weeks, enough suffering and fear to crush someone with a lesser will… Sunny, however, had survived far worse, so his strength was not diminished by much.

He was still clad in the bleak steel of the Undying Chain, and holding his weapons. Three shadows lay at his feet, and he could feel the presence of the Soul Serpent nearby. His enemy, meanwhile, was alone and unarmed.

This was Sunny's soul, after all. Here, he was bound to have the ultimate advantage.

'Let's see who will destroy whom, you bastard.'

With a smirk, Sunny commanded the shadows to rise and wrap themselves around his body. Instantly, his strength, speed, and resilience were enhanced manifold…

In the next moment, however, his expression froze.

Mordret looked at him, then smiled. As he did, six shadows descended upon him like a dark mantle, making the pressure that the Prince of Nothing exerted feel almost suffocating.

"...You didn't think that it would be that easy, did you?"

A split second later, he was beside Sunny, his fist crashing into the breastplate of the Undying Chain. As pain exploded through his body, Sunny flew back and fell onto the still water, sliding across it into the darkness.

'What?'

Before he could even rise, Mordret was already upon him, his foot slamming into Sunny's ribs. Sunny yelped as he was thrown into the air, then felt another blow landing on his chest, pushing all air out of his lungs and sending him plummeting back down.

Knowing that he had to escape somehow, Sunny dove into the shadows and emerged from the darkness behind the Prince of Nothing, the blade of the Cruel Sight shooting forward.

However, it pierced nothing but air.

Mordret had turned into a shadow himself, and disappeared without a trace, his laughter echoing across the surface of the silent sea.

"Weak! Too weak…"

Something struck Sunny in the back, sending another explosion of pain rolling through the very core of his being. He groaned and tried to slash with the Midnight Shard, but the enemy was already gone. A moment later, he was kicked in the abdomen, then ruthlessly slammed across the face.

sledgehammer… no,

and disoriented, Sunny fell to

the… what the

imagined things going. The damned mirror fiend clearly had to weaken his prey before attacking… so, his victory was not set in stone. There was a way

bastard was just too powerful… how

that, Mordret seemed to be able to mirror all of

from Light,

Prince of Nothing laughed again, then struck Sunny in the

to say this, but that trick is not going to work… this is an entirely different situation, you

a shadow again. This time, however, he wasn't in a hurry to attack and remained

throes of indescribable agony, his very soul damaged and cracked. With a

for air, but his lungs seemed to be paralyzed. All he could do was try to block the next

'Goddamit!'

but his enemy simply followed. He deflected one strike, almost managing

tried to implement, Mordret saw right through it. Fighting against the Prince

There was no escape…

give up. At this point, he wasn't even sure

endured

beaten and bloodied, Sunny was thrown down again. The helmet of the Undying Chain was bent and deformed, pressing

better than Sunny. Grabbing him by the throat, the banished prince

Why don't you just surrender? I am not enjoying this

looked at him through the red haze and grinned,

Ah, too bad… cuz… I'm actually having the

he lowered his head and tried to sink

of Nothing sighed, then hit Sunny in

that one... really, really

silent shadows. He tried to stand up, but the world suddenly spun around, making him fall back down. A

waters where Sunny had dropped it. He bent down to pick it up, but the somber spear simply turned to tenebrous mist, dismissed by its

unperturbed. He lowered his fingers into the water and caught the reflection of the fearsome Memory before it fully dissipated, then brought it up, ending up with the exact same spear in

make it anew and return

moment, then

you may think, I don't enjoy torturing people. Ah, unless they deserve

a grim expression. One of his hands reached toward the hilt of the Midnight Shard, which lay some distance away, while the other was