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 the darkness like an

his mind is

Sunny laughed again.

Somehow, I have a feeling that I wasn't supposed to be able to last that long. Who would be able to endure that much pain, that

at his sword, then at the

they were… did hit a nerve, overall… I am surprised to admit that... they really weren't that

hunter with a concerned expression, then scratch the back of

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 don't know… I am a bit confused about what is real, and what is not. Maybe I am myself not real.

painted with fear. The Awakened killer

"What?"

Sunny shrugged.

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

slowly raised his sword and pointed it

nightmare or in the real life. So, that demands a question… if the heartache is the

forward, a confused expression

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

again and assumed a defensive position, waiting for

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

meet

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

looked past his enemy, at the

is… why does this damned horse always have

opposite direction from where the hunter's sword flashed, abandoning the young girl he was sworn to protect without a

to

his strike was not directed at the menacing killer… instead, it was directed at the tenebrous