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 permeating

so weak… his

Sunny laughed again.

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

glanced at his sword, then

of those nightmares… gods, how cruel they were… did hit a nerve, overall… I am surprised to admit that... they really weren't

with a concerned expression, then scratch the

the second time won't be as… well… maybe it would? I don't know… I am a bit confused about what is real, and what is

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

"What?"

Sunny shrugged.

hard to break. As it turns out. At least not to the point where I'll be unable

and pointed it at the approaching

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

step forward, a

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

a defensive position, waiting for

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 from the nightmares into reality, making the two seem

to meet his death… once

I met all kinds of creatures. Awakened warriors, Corrupted monsters… even Transcendent immortals. Some

looked past his enemy, at the mighty black steed standing motionless behind

my question is… why does

dashed in the opposite direction from where the hunter's sword flashed, abandoning the young girl he was sworn

the flying blade and jumped to his feet, putting all of

at the menacing killer… instead, it was