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…"

his monstrous voice permeating

his

Sunny laughed again.

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

his sword, then at the

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

at the Awakened hunter with a concerned expression, then scratch the

have already watched your mother die once, 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 not. Maybe I am myself not real.

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

"What?"

Sunny shrugged.

to break. As it turns out. At least not to the point where I'll be unable to think. And notice things. Oh, and I did notice a

slowly raised his sword and pointed it at the approaching

that demands a question… if the heartache is the same,

took a step forward, a confused expression on his

judgments that I have to cause to

defensive position, waiting for the terrifying Awakened

of light 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 from the nightmares into reality, making the two seem so much alike. So… with all that

smiled, ready to meet

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

the mighty black steed standing motionless behind him,

why does this damned horse

where the hunter's sword flashed,

flying blade and jumped to his feet, putting all of his weight into an attack

menacing killer… instead, it was