Shadow Slave

The Sin of Solace flashed through the air, moving with stunning speed. Considering how insidiously sharp the cursed blade was, there was no way for the Drowned to survive the strike... Sunny was so confident that he would see the abomination's head flying away in a rain of blood that he did not even slow down to consider other possibilities.

And yet, something entirely different happened.

He missed.

At the last moment, the Nightmare Creature lowered itself deeper into the water, and the jade sword whistled safely above its head.

'What...'

It had been a very long time since Sunny made such an egregious mistake. His swordsmanship was not flawless, since nothing really was. He was a lesser swordsman than Nephis was, true... but who wasn't? Compared to almost every other living human, Sunny was an absolute master. A seasoned warrior with enough talent, skill, and experience to be considered an actual sword saint.

He could accept that an enemy was more powerful than him. He could even accept that an enemy was more skilled than him - although exceedingly rare, there were a few of those.

What Sunny could not accept, however, was the fact that he missed a simple killing blow.

Something did not add up...

Before he could even try to understand what had happened, the Drowned was already near. Saved from assured decapitation, the creature pushed with its tentacles and flew forward as if shot from a cannon. The dark spear struck Sunny's unprotected chest and tossed him backward.

"Argh!"

The blow was powerful enough to send a blinding flash of pain through his body. However, the spear of the Drowned Demon failed to pierce the black silk of his tunic or rip his marble skin.

'How did I miss?'

body disappeared into the shadows and appeared a moment later behind the triumphant abomination. The Sin

the same with the abomination's armor, flesh, and bone. A moment later, a thin line appeared on the shaft of the dark spear, and it split into two

Drowned, who had been cleanly and savagely cut in

have slain a Corrupted Demon, Drowned

heard the whispers of the Spell. But he

expression distorted the lines of

did that thing block

Corrupted abomination had failed to stop the cursed sword, but how had the

had not been quite

the Nightmare Creature had not possessed exalted battle skill or supernatural power of premonition. Instead, it had

itself

really luck,

Sunny suddenly felt cold.

of all possible outcomes, those that benefited

damned sybil exerting its influence on the future

If so...

the Drowned rushing to rip him apart, and

'Curse it...'

almost panicked. Fighting a swarm of Corrupted Demons was already deadly enough... but fighting

was a mutilated corpse of one of these demons floating in the water right in front of him, after all. He had defeated that one abomination... so, he was going to slaughter the rest in

the enemy,

a hundred strikes failed to kill the enemy, he was going to deliver a hundred and

go wrong... but hadn't Sunny always lived by that