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, tilting his

a nice fairy

were going to just let them go. Bravery, righteousness… these concepts were alien to

they understood it all

not evil people, or at least did not consider themselves as

and joyful when watching their new favorite,

foe was the highest form of glory. Dying by his hand

thing more righteous than being killed by a

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

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

would have been the vilest

'Damned lunatics…'

sure 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

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

Now, only the name remained. People inhabiting these lands did not even know who the

their duty was

duty, the people of the kingdom were led by seven lords. Or rather, five, since two had already

the center of the region, surrounded by a large

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