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The joint army had already withdrawn from the battlefield and traveled some distance away from it.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.

You are maybe a bit too young to understand the sentiment, but... I fought long and hard to become the current me. I wouldn't trade it for the

her face, and she looked

know that things are about

prompting

what are you going to

for a

too stupid. It's

his face for

stay in touch,

walked away, heading for

watched Soul Reaper go, considering if he should have told her more. He had already warned her to stay clear of Mordret... as for informing Jet of the presence of his shadow, that

many unknown 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, soon, before it's

went to join

been dismissed, and they were going to be traveling by using more

much more mundane... many of Valor Awakened were in possession of Echo mounts, and would be riding them across

Fire Keepers, but before that, he sneaked into a small crevice that was drowned by deep shadows. There, he found a small

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

turned

his eyes for a moment, then shook his

gluttonous little wretch. Can you even

and then answered in a grating, screeching

"...Wretch!"

Sunny scowled.

are you calling a wretch,

Shadow, sending the scrawny fiend to digest his ill-gotten

that bastard better have listened to me and only eaten those Nightmare Creatures that had to do something

one of the armored vehicles. There were already a few familiar

Sunny, they all became

You were a real terror

did

really want to Ascend, too. Maybe I'll