Shadow Slave

Sunny remained motionless for a few moments, then hissed quietly, which made it feel as though his throat was being sawed open by tens of dull, rusty knives. His head was once again attached to his neck… however, that didn't mean that he felt fine.

In fact, although he had avoided becoming a corpse, he still felt like one.

[...Your shadow grows stronger.]

The dark dungeon suddenly grew silent. Saint must have finished off the last of the caged Nightmare Creatures, turning him and Elyas into the last surviving captives of the Red Colosseum. No matter what happened from now on, the ghastly Trials were over, finished before time by her hand.

Sunny sensed a bit of shadow essence pour into his cores, replenishing the empty reserves a little, and scowled.

That wasn't much… the young Awakened had wasted all of his essence while healing Sunny, as well. The two of them were not going to survive if they had to fight a prolonged battle.

So, they needed to flee the Colosseum swiftly and before the rest of the Warmongers noticed their escape.

Gritting his teeth, Sunny staggered and rose to his feet, then threw a somber glance at Elyas, who was staring at him with wide eyes.

The youth still had a collar wrapped around his neck. However, there was not much Sunny could do about that right now — it was not like he could behead the young Awakened, too. Hopefully, his strength alone was going to be enough to deliver them both away from this cursed place.

Now that he was connected to the Spell and had access to all of his power, there were a lot of things that could be done. The damned zealots were going to regret ever capturing him...

Elyas opened his mouth, then asked in a shaking voice:

"Demon… how? How are you still alive?"

his head, grimaced, and decided to not move his neck too much in the future. Then, he gestured

The young Awakened frowned.

It's a relic? Wait… where did you even get this fearsome

nodded and pointed at his

a

they were inside of you all along? Why have you not used

the collar that now lay harmlessly

The youth frowned:

sight of the Lord

time, Saint appeared from the darkness, drops of fetid black

demon for a

you have my gratitude for coming to our aid, v—venerable lady

without showing any sign of having an opinion on being addressed in

to rescue her kin… me, that is. And judging by this reaction, he also seems to be convinced that she is my senior in the hierarchy of Shadows… what the hell, why

in no mood to disabuse the youth of this

Serpent turned into a stream of

then pushed the hilt of the Midnight Shard into Elyas's hands. Holding the Cruel Sight in one of his own, he bent down and picked up the terrifying heavy blade of the red

two-handed cleaver possessed, but since it had managed to slice through his adamantine spine without too much trouble, they had

corridors of the underground part of the Colosseum

in a fight to survive in the arena, and even earn the love and admiration of the damned lunatics who spectated the slaughter and worshipped it… but his true calling was to remain hidden in the

the Red Colosseum unnoticed was much