Shadow Slave

Sunny waited for a moment, then slowly straightened and looked around. The Chain Breaker was laying on white sand, tilted awkwardly.

'Damnation!'

His trembling fist collided with the railing and splintered the enchanted wood. He didn't feel the pain.

'Curse it! Curse it all!'

"Sunny? Are you alright?"

Sunny lingered for a moment, took a labored breath, then looked himself over and slowly turned to Nephis.

His voice sounded hoarse:

"...Yes. It seems that I am."

In the end... he still lost to Undying Slaughter.

The odds seemed to be in his favor. He successfully avoided having his shadows destroyed, summoned Saint and Fiend, and managed to wrestle the initiative from the ghostly claws of the mist wraith.

However, the battle did not go how he had hoped it would. It ended in disaster, just like the previous time.

Sunny had been almost certain that Saint would be immune to Undying Slaughter's soul attacks. And it turned out to be true... somewhat. It seemed that she could withstand much more damage than the rest of them, but even then, the ghostly blade was just as lethal to the taciturn knight as it was to Sunny and Fiend.

The reason, as he belatedly realized, was the unique nature of Jet's Aspect. Her attacks bypassed physical defenses and struck the soul... and yet, they were not true soul attacks. Instead, they were physical attacks that inexplicably dealt damage to the soul.

one supposed

soul was, the more it took to destroy it. Other than enduring the damage or

it was easier said than done. Saint's sword and the Cruel Sight were capable of blocking the ghostly blade of Undying Slaughter, but actually withstanding her dreadful assault was almost impossible. The mist wraith was

and an inexplicable one, too. Sunny had just enough time to catch a glimpse of what hid in the darkness of her defiled

that node... was truly colossal in size, dwarfing any other corruption core he had even seen before. So, her actual power could very well

at least forced to change tactics. After clashing with them a few times, the mist

ever had any doubt that the Six Plagues were the future version of the members of the cohort, they were instantly dispelled at that moment. Undying Slaughter looked more like a revenant, both dreadful and dreadfully beautiful, than a human being... but there was no way he could fail to recognize those icy blue eyes, that chilling presence,

Soul Reaper Jet... or

might have been Jet once, but there was nothing human left in

corporeal form, Sunny

Fiend retreated with the real Jet was shattered almost instantly. Undying Slaughter read his intentions like

the revenant aimed all her attacks at Jet instead of him, Saint, or Fiend. Forced to protect the gravely wounded companion, they had no choice but to follow

a simple, but viciously

skilled, explosively fast, and terrifyingly strong Undying Slaughter was, the rest of the

of black silver, which Sunny considered nearly indestructible, was eventually pierced and violently split open, the infernal flames spilling out of horrid wounds like blood. The ravenous ogre collapsed with a frightened, confused howl

blade eventually found its

announced her

be next... but Undying Slaughter was not

him watch Jet die before delivering

deck of the Chain Breaker, he closed

how can anyone fight

fine. I can still put

flinched and

mistaken the reason for his grim expression and repeated her usual words... it was just

his life, watching