Shadow Slave

Sunny looked at the terrified young girl, and then… laughed.

...His laughter sounded more than a little bit unhinged.

His lady shuddered:

"Sir, you… you…"

Sunny waved a hand in the air.

"No, no. No need… I understand. I sound crazy."

The night sky above them was covered in an impregnable veil of clouds, and the one below them was empty and dark. The ancient stones they stood upon were slick with rainwater, and it was too dim to see anything except for vague silhouettes.

The silhouette of the Awakened hunter was towering, menacing, and embodied the very concept of terror.

But Sunny didn't care that much.

Massaging his chest, he smiled crookedly and said, his voice hoarse and raspy:

"...But then again, this whole world is insane. Someone told me once… ah, I don't quite remember who… that we can only reflect what is in front of us. Is it my fault that there is nothing in front of me except for madness?"

He looked down, his smile turning into a wicked grin.

"And someone else once told me that they wanted to destroy the world. Back then, I thought them insane… I think… but now, I wonder…"

forward, his monstrous voice

weak… his

Sunny laughed again.

weak enough, I guess? Somehow, I have a feeling that I wasn't supposed to be able to last that long. Who

his sword, then at

nightmares… gods, how cruel they were… did hit a nerve, overall… I am surprised to admit that... they

concerned expression, then scratch the

if after you have already been gutted once, nothing else can impress you that much. Or if you have already watched your mother die once, the second time won't be as… well… maybe it would? I

girl slowly backed away from him, her face painted with fear. The Awakened killer tilted his head a little, then asked with

"What?"

Sunny shrugged.

hard to break. As it turns out. At least not to the point where

sword and pointed it at the

in the real life. So, that demands a question… if the heartache is the same, then maybe the nature of

forward, a confused expression on

I noticed was that many of my thoughts, actions, and reactions don't really make sense. Sometimes my hands will try to do something on their own, and sometimes fragments of feelings, ideas, and judgments that I have to cause to possess will just appear on their own. Easy to explain in a dream… not so much in the waking world. And I am awake,

a defensive position, waiting for the terrifying Awakened

to see inside the souls of living beings… or vile orbs of darkness in those of the Corrupted. It took me a few nightmares to realize that

meet his death… once

met all kinds of creatures. Awakened warriors, Corrupted monsters… even Transcendent immortals. Some of them had one soul core,

the mighty black steed standing motionless

why does this damned horse always have

the opposite direction from where the hunter's sword flashed, abandoning

flying blade and jumped to his feet, putting all of

the menacing