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…"

Awakened hunter took a step forward, his monstrous

weak… his mind

Sunny laughed again.

supposed to be able to last that long. Who would be able to endure that much

glanced at his sword,

of those nightmares… gods, how cruel they were… did hit a nerve, overall… I

concerned expression,

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

away from him, her face painted with fear. The Awakened killer tilted

"What?"

Sunny shrugged.

As it turns out. At least not to the point where I'll be unable to think. And notice

his sword and

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

a confused

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

position, waiting for the terrifying Awakened

I seem to be able 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 those were soul cores. Strangely, once again, this ability pursued me

meet

kinds of creatures. Awakened warriors, Corrupted monsters…

a moment, and then looked past his enemy, at the mighty black steed standing motionless behind him, barely visible in the

does

flashed, abandoning the young

jumped to his feet,

was not directed at the menacing killer… instead, it was directed at the