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?"

not move his neck too much in the future.

The young Awakened frowned.

a relic? Wait… where did you even get this

sighed, then nodded and pointed at

a

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

hands rose and pointed at the collar that now

The youth frowned:

the sight of the Lord

time, Saint appeared from the darkness, drops of fetid

demon for a few moments, then

coming to our aid, v—venerable

any sign of having an opinion on

that came to rescue her kin… me, that is. And judging by this reaction, he also seems to be convinced that she

youth of this misconception, though.

shield manifested itself from sparks of light in Saint's hand, and at the same time, the Soul Serpent turned into a stream of flowing

Shard into Elyas's hands. Holding the Cruel Sight in one of his own, he bent down and

know what enchantments exactly the two-handed cleaver possessed, but since it had managed to

deep breath… and sent his shadows forth, along the familiar corridors of the underground part of the

in the arena, and even earn the love and admiration of the damned lunatics who spectated the slaughter and worshipped it…

Red Colosseum unnoticed was much easier for him than that of conquering