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.

a sledgehammer… no,

and disoriented, Sunny fell to

the… what

he had 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 to defeat him, somehow, and since Sunny's spirit had not been

too powerful… how

that, Mordret seemed to be able to mirror all of

Lost from Light,

Nothing laughed again, then struck Sunny in the side

going to

hoping to escape the next blow, Sunny turned into a shadow again. This time, however,

of indescribable agony, his very soul damaged and cracked. With a stifled shriek, Sunny escaped the shadows and assumed his human

could do was try to block the next blow,

'Goddamit!'

deflected one strike, almost managing to cut Mordret's forearm

No matter what strategy he tried to implement, Mordret saw right

There was no escape…

Sunny was not going to give up. At this point, he wasn't even sure that he

his teeth, endured the

and deformed, pressing into his temple and obstructing his vision.

Sunny. Grabbing him by the throat, the banished

you had enough? Why don't you just surrender? I am not enjoying this one bit,

red haze and grinned, his

bad… cuz… I'm actually

head and tried to sink his teeth

hit Sunny in the face, sending him rolling

that one... really, really

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

to the Cruel Sight, which lay on the surface of the tranquil waters where Sunny had dropped

the reflection of the fearsome Memory before it fully dissipated, then brought it up, ending up with the exact same spear in his

the Spell would make it anew and return it

then turned to

matter what you may think, I don't enjoy

to rise to his knees, and glanced at the approaching prince with a grim expression. One of his hands reached toward the hilt of the Midnight Shard, which lay some distance away, while the