Shadow Slave

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."

slightly, tilting his

a nice

of War were going to just let them go.

understood it all

spent enough time observing the Warriors — or Warmongers, as Elyas called them — to understand that they were not evil people, or

struggle itself was the most glorious thing. That was why they were happy and joyful when watching their new

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

thing more righteous than being killed by a stronger enemy… was to kill

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

to walk free of the colosseum. Doing so would be the greatest sin, a shameful offense that the Warmongers, in their perverse benevolence,

have been the vilest form of

'Damned lunatics…'

that all followers of War God were this bizarre. In fact, he was pretty certain that this murderous sect had been born here, in the Kingdom of Hope. The slavers he had met in the First Nightmare worshipped the same god, but were nothing like

throughout, from what little he

knew that he had been sent into a time period around a thousand years after the destruction of the real kingdom by Sun God. Now, only the name remained.

duty was

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

the rest of the isles yet, and remained at the center of the region, surrounded by a large city — the beautiful city of aerial bridges and white aqueducts that he had seen rebuild itself from ashes at the start fo the Nightmare. Elyas's