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.

all… Sunny wasn't sure if

same was true the other way

far as he could see, that was their only chance to emerge from this

[I do.]

...What?

answer

It startled him.

'Huh…'

claws, and barely managed to get out of the way

That makes things

certain Memory, and sent Nephis a short

seconds… give it

amount of time needed for the Memory to manifest

a Saint, it was

to his limits, and then well past them. Even while empowered by the Shadow Shell and augmented both

a bad state, and would only continue to

had not broken

Sunny threw himself into the furious crucible of battle. Dire Fang's massive body moved with dreadful speed, each of his limbs posing a

despite that, it was not easy to withstand the savage barrage of lethal blows unleashed by the

yet, he

Exactly five seconds later…

pushed himself off the muddy ground with three hands and flew forward, the tip of the Sin of Solace aimed at Dire Fang's neck. The Saint easily dodged it and retaliated with a powerful blow,

on his feet and struggled to maintain his balance as he slid through the mud

them were standing,

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

Fang's bestial eyes ignited with