Shadow Slave

"Shadow! Shadow! Shadow!"

…Sunny swayed, looking at the broken sword in his hand. When did it break? He didn't quite remember. This was one of the first weapons he had picked up in the arena, right after killing… wait, who had he killed for that sword?

Dead faces spun in his mind, staring at him with empty eyes. There were so many that he couldn't even tell whether all of them had once belonged to real enemies or were simply created by his imagination. No, that one was real… the first human he had killed in the coliseum. That had been the battle where he took the sword.

These days, he was having trouble remembering things.

Sunny threw the broken sword away and looked at the crowd that was chanting his name. Shadow… right! That was him.

'What is wrong with you, fool… since when was that your name?'

He growled, wishing that he had thrown the broken weapon at one of the humans. Not that it would have done any good — there were powerful enchantments permeating the ancient stones of the coliseum. Some of them were meant to prevent the fighters from escaping, others protected the audience from their ire. Some, he had no idea about.

All his attempts to break free of this cursed place had failed… for now.

"Demon… are you alright?"

Sunny lingered for a few moments, then glanced at Elyas, slowly returning from the bizarre state of mind the battle had sent him into. The young man was looking at him with a strange expression on his face, a bit of apprehension hiding deep in his light blue eyes.

The youth had grown considerably stronger in the weeks they had spent fighting all kinds of monsters — both of the Nightmare and human kind — in the arena. All those soul shards had not been wasted on him. His healing Ability was now much more potent, and his skill as a warrior blossomed. His face also changed, becoming gaunt and angular... almost mature.

One had no choice but to grow up quickly in hell...

The pain of the Flaw washed over Sunny, finally shattering his strange trans. He gritted his teeth, and nodded.

"Well… good. You are being weird recently, you know. I have some essence left, so let me heal you before they take us back to the cages."

Ability, staring at the Warmonger they had just killed. This one was a bit of a challenge… the bastard had almost taken one of

slavers they fought

'Something is wrong.'

the Warmongers. He was thinking about his own state. At the start of all this, he had been in very bad shape… day after day, he had fought in the arena, receiving terrible wounds and being beaten down, time after time, just to claw his way to survival, somehow, and be thrown back into

situation. He kept thinking and studying his surrounding, searching for a way to escape. He

nothing had worked, the weight of pain, torment, and hopelessness had grown heavier and heavier, and then heavier

without losing pieces of

that

only now, faced with this soul-crushing despair, had Sunny summoned it into

was a

easy to peer into the very essence of how the mad abominations carried themselves in battle, how they

claws, too. He had fangs and horns, too. He had plenty of hatred and cruelty

body mattered, in the end. It was the willingness to shift the way he

couldn't he learn how to ravage, rip apart, and obliterate

shadow the Nightmare Creatures not only enhanced his battle style, but also made them more

and what impulses guided them was, in a sense, much harder than deciphering even the most sophisticated battle style. Their minds were perverted, bizarre, and alien

he had nothing else to do but practice, as if his life depended on it. Because

eventually, his

understand the Nightmare Creatures much better. From that point onward, his

And with frightening speed.

to use Shadow Dance to assume the shape and form of all his enemies, at least in his mind, and thus know how they were going to try and destroy him. By knowing that, he had been able to anticipate and

And here he was.

who he

wounds, Sunny stared at the dead Warmonger, his scowl growing deeper

I… becoming a

a cold shiver running down