Shadow Slave

Soon enough, it was time to say goodbye again. Effie and Kai were returning to the government-controlled section of East Antarctica with Wake of Ruin and Saint Tyris, while Jet was leaving with the forces of Song.

The joint army had already withdrawn from the battlefield and traveled some distance away from it. Now, it was ready to break apart... before it did, however, Sunny managed to find an opportunity to talk with Soul Reaper in private.

The long column of vehicles had come to a stop, and they found each other among the busy chaos of imminent separation.

"How is living with the Song clan treating you?"

Jet smiled a little, then shrugged.

"It's treating me fine. I am often reminded of why was it exactly that I never wanted to be a part of a Legacy clan... but it's fine. Weirdly, I feel a bit of kinship with these women."

Sunny raised an eyebrow.

"Kinship, really? Why?"

She lingered for a few moments.

"A thief knows a thief, as a wolf knows a wolf. It's just a vague feeling, but I think that their Flaws are similar to mine... not exactly the same, but similar. I have no solid proof, of course, but there are ways to tell. A thing like that influences you in many subtle ways."

Jet looked away and let out a wistful sigh.

"All of Ki Song's daughters are adopted, you know? Many of them were taken from the outskirts when they were very young. Who knows, in another life, I might have been a princess of a great clan, as well... wouldn't that be a sight?"

Sunny looked at her gloomily, trying to imagine Soul Reaper in the traditional wine-red attire of the Song clan. However, his imagination failed him.

...No matter how hard Sunny tried, he just couldn't imagine Jet wearing a dress.

He scoffed.

"I do know, and yes, that would be a sight. However, I like the current you much more."

Soul Reaper laughed.

to understand the sentiment, but... I fought long and hard to

face, and she looked at

about to

nodded, prompting her

what are you going to

silent for a few

stupid. But... not too stupid. It's hard to tell,

his face for a while,

in touch,

that, she turned around and walked away, heading for

to stay clear of Mordret... as for informing Jet of the presence of his

variables at play. I have no idea how the situation will unfold, for the both of us... one thing is certain, though. We'll cross paths again,

went to join his own

had been dismissed, and they were going to be traveling

in possession of Echo mounts, and would be riding them across the desolate landscape.

the Fire Keepers, but before that, he sneaked into a small crevice that was drowned by deep shadows. There, he found a small figure laying motionlessly on the ground, spread-eagled,

to have grown bigger. His belly had, at least - it protruded from the scrawny frame of the little fiend like a

Sunny, the Shadow turned its

closed his eyes for a moment,

gluttonous little wretch.

and then answered in a grating,

"...Wretch!"

Sunny scowled.

you calling

sighed and dismissed the Shadow, sending the scrawny fiend to digest his ill-gotten gains within the darkness of a Shadow

that bastard better have listened to me and only eaten those Nightmare Creatures that had to do something with steel and metal. Otherwise, he'll be

armored vehicles. There were already a few familiar faces inside - the members of Cassie's former cohort. The

Sunny, they all

real terror on the battlefield

did you become

too. Maybe I'll get a pseudo-transformation ability like