Shadow Slave

Time was moving very slowly…

No, it was Sunny who was moving too fast. It almost felt as if the world had frozen.

The rain was suspended in the air, the fountains of mud had grown still, the distant figures of dying Awakened were like grotesque statues.

In this nearly static world, only two things seemed unbound by paralysis — the monstrous Saint in front of him, who was no slower than Sunny himself, and a bolt of lightning that was crawling across the sky, extending toward the ground as it forked and illuminated the bloody battlefield.

'Faster!'

Suddenly, a deafening roar exploded from Dire Fang's mouth, strangely distorted and haunting. It would have hit Sunny like a wall…

But he was prepared.

The [Silenced] enchantment of the emerald bone flute activated, creating a dome of absolute silence around him. Sunny passed through the sorcerous roar without being struck by its crushing power… however, behind him, Nephis had to endure its full weight without the protection of her flames.

Stripped of their augmentation, she couldn't resist it like she had before.

Erasing the image of her falling figure from his mind, Sunny concentrated on the task.

If anything, the importance of success had only become more stark now that his partner was debilitated. If he failed, both of them were going to die.

But he had already rejected the possibility of failure.

He was going to win. He was going to do what he promised to do. He was going to kill a damned Saint!

At that moment, Dire Fang was more than a chance adversary to Sunny. He was the embodiment of everything Sunny wanted to destroy — the rotten authority of the great clans, the vile curse of the Chain of Nightmares, the torturous brand of powerlessness that he bore on his soul ever since Falcon Scott.

inescapable shackles

powerful enemy, an enemy that was nearly impossible

But…

did manage to

he would be able to overcome the other impossible obstacles that pressed him into

in the Antarctic Center, and now, because of Mordret and his cursed schemes, he was on the verge of losing here

one strike — not only because Nephis was weakened and vulnerable right now, but also because of the nature

augmented by rage and pain. If Sunny delivered him a serious wound but failed to make it fatal, then that

had one

accomplished three incredible feats to earn that single chance. He had learned the secrets of Dire Fang's Aspect, deciphered the battle style of the

that it would

killed. He was already moving, rushing forward with speed that exceeded all reason. His claws were ready to tear Sunny apart, and his fangs were

But that was alright.

was a master of killing things that were larger and more powerful than

essence of Dire Fang's battle style into Shadow Dance, the Saint had not gotten a firm grasp of his own

he, when Sunny's technique was as formless and shapeless

on his formidable

Saint had never fought a shadow spawn before.

Sunny still considered himself a

distance, prepared to strike, Sunny used the inherent flexibility of a Shadow Dance practitioner to bend his body in an extreme and almost unnatural way. At the same time, he used the physical characteristics of his fiendish shell to switch from running on two feet to a

tore through the raindrops above his head, while his momentum remained the

gritted his teeth and let out a bestial growl as he used all his prodigious

skilled to allow

bring his sword

hand pushed forward, catching him