Shadow Slave

Chapter 611

After a while, shrouded in darkness, Elyas suddenly spoke, addressing Sunny in his usual one-sided manner.

In the past weeks, the young Awakened had developed a habit of sometimes speaking to his demonic partner, even though the frightening creature could not respond with anything more than an occasional nod, a shake of the head, or an indifferent shrug. Talking to Shadow was not much of a conversation, but...

Perhaps this was one of the few things that were keeping him sane.

…Sunny could understand why the youth had to do that, since his own inability to talk was one of the things that were driving him mad, that was robbing him of even more of his humanity.

"Hey, demon. Do you… do you think it's true? About the wooden sword…"

Sunny stared at the young man, then shrugged. He had no opinion on that topic, since he didn't know what the wooden sword was.

Elyas sighed.

"Before the Warmongers captured us, I had heard of their cruel Trials. Everyone back home has, really. The horrors of the Red Colosseum is something every parent tells their children, to make them behave."

He grew silent, and then continued after some time, his voice even:

"...But they also say that there is a way to escape this terrible place. If one is brave enough… if they are righteous enough… then they would eventually be given a wooden sword, and earn the right to fight for their freedom."

shifted slightly,

a nice fairy

kid was deceiving himself if he thought that the worshippers of War were going to just let them go. Bravery, righteousness… these concepts were alien to the insane

they understood it

— to understand that they were not evil people, or at least

were happy and joyful when watching their new favorite, Shadow, slaughter his way through the arena, no matter

overwhelming foe was the highest form of glory. Dying by his hand was a privilege and an expression of

than being killed by a

slaves not as a cruel injustice, but as a benevolent gift. The slaves were not forced to slaughter each

Sunny didn't think that any of the slaves would ever be allowed to walk free of the colosseum. Doing so would be the greatest

them, that would have been

'Damned lunatics…'

had been born here, in the Kingdom of Hope.

was a very strange place throughout, from what little he had gathered

kingdom by Sun God. Now, only the name remained. People inhabiting these lands did not even know who the Demon of Desire was, really, only that she had been

was

the kingdom were led by seven lords. Or rather, five, since two

a large city — the beautiful city of aerial bridges and white aqueducts that he had seen rebuild itself from ashes at the

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