Shadow Slave

Sunny had done it. He had dismantled Dire Fang's astonishing battle style, and peered into the very essence of it. The core of the Saint's combat technique was laid bare, with all its components — the body, the mind, and the soul — revealed to Sunny with stark clarity.

With that knowledge, he could predict what Dire Fang would do.

He could even perform some of the same things despite the difference in their Aspects and physiques.

And armed with that understanding, Sunny finally realized…

That there was no way for them to win. The fearsome Saint was just too powerful, skilled, and intelligent. He held the outcome of the battle in a firm grasp, biding his time until the perfect opportunity inevitably presented itself.

And their own strength was not enough to change that outcome.

Even if Sunny knew that a strike was coming, he would not necessarily be fast enough to dodge it. Even if he knew the enemy's intent, he would not be strong enough to survive it.

And neither would Nephis.

At least if their level of strength, already unthinkable for mere Masters, remained the same.

...But it did not have to, did it?

[Do you trust me?]

'What a loaded question.'

Sunny had his reasons, but it was true that he had gone against Neph's wishes in pretty much every instance where it mattered. He had abandoned her in the Dark City, refused to leave her in the Crimson Spire, and then fled from her again at the grand ball of Clan Valor.

Just to end up by her side anyway.

sad, but most of all… Sunny wasn't sure if she did actually trust him. He

true the other

was their only chance to emerge from this fight alive. If he could

[I do.]

...What?

calm answer

It startled him.

'Huh…'

maw, dove under lightning-fast claws, and barely managed to get out

makes

Memory,

five seconds… give it all

seconds was the amount of time needed for the Memory to manifest itself. It was not a very

against a Saint,

them. Even while empowered by the Shadow Shell and augmented both by his shadows and Neph's flame, he could feel the terrible strain of the battle slowly breaking

was already in a bad state, and would only continue

it had not

the furious crucible of battle. Dire Fang's massive body moved with dreadful speed, each of his limbs posing a fatal threat. His attacks were vicious, devastating, and explosive, but also perfectly timed and chillingly

when they would come and from where, but despite that, it was not easy to withstand the savage barrage of lethal blows unleashed by the monstrous beast. The ground split and trembled around them, and the clouds of steam created by

yet, he did

Exactly five seconds later…

and flew forward, the tip of the Sin of Solace aimed at Dire Fang's neck. The

maintain his balance as he slid through the mud — he might have fallen, but she stepped forward

them were standing,

they were both in the single line of attack now, Nephis hidden behind the towering figure

Fang's bestial eyes ignited with