Shadow Slave

Sunny found himself surrounded by six identical versions of himself, all staring at him with confused expressions. Alabaster skin, raben-black hair, eyes that were like glistening onyx... all of them were clad in full suits of fearsome onyx armor, as well, its design both intricate and impregnable.

He stared at them back.

For a moment, Sunny was scared.

And who could blame him? He had just managed to rid himself of the Sin of Solace, avoided being consumed by the Mad Prince, and survived a meeting with his frightening future self — each a version of him.

But... no.

None of the three was among the six copies that were sitting around him in a semicircle. In fact, the six impostors looked strangely familiar. And not just because they looked exactly like him.

Rather, they were like versions of Sunny that each possessed a distinct personality, which subtly changed how they looked.

One was sullen. Another was joyful. One was deadpan and unsettling, while the one next to him was arrogant and disdainful. The fifth copy seemed mischievous, while the last one looked like a complete lunatic.

They were... his shadows.

Sunny felt like pinching himself.

"Hey, you guys... what, uh... what are you doing?"

Six identical copies of him glanced at each other, then shrugged in unison.

"That's not helping!"

When it became clear that none of them was going to explain himself, Sunny shook his head in bewilderment.

So... this was his Transformation Ability?

'Come to think of it. It makes sense?'

were varied. Some were more unique, while most allowed Saints to assume the shape of powerful beasts. Sunny had expected to become a giant beast, as

how. Serpents, leopards, and winged horrors... as long as Sunny studied someone for a bit, he could grasp the essence of their being through Shadow Dance and recreate it through Shadow Manifestation. Of course, that transformation was purely physical, and did not grant him the mystical powers of the beings whose forms he used. In that regard, Shadow Shell was a lesser version of a true Transformation Ability. But it was still an immensely powerful tool, and much more versatile than almost any such

was reasonable, then, that his Transformation would have nothing

to do with the invaluable helpers that followed him

His shadows.

Ability transformed them into perfect copies of Sunny, which was different from simply making them tangible through Shadow Manifestation. If simply made tangible, the shadows were fragile and vulnerable, exposing

shadow avatars, however, were just as strong and durable as Sunny's own body was. That much was

to make it as strong as

And since each of the shadows was clad in the fearsome armor, they seemed to

Attributes, too. [Master of Shadows], [Flame of Divinity], [Onyx

air. Sunny was not

a deep

his Attributes, they were just as resilient and durable as him. The Weaves granted them strength and made their

were just

powerful? What, exactly, could

a moment, and then decided to find

could give them a few simple commands to see what they were capable of while manifested through

command, but at

on the shadow and its perception... it was as though their

sullen version of himself, and in turn looking at himself through

perceiving himself from outside

Startled, Sunny flinched back.

flinched back, too, and he felt himself

He opened his mouth:

"What the hell?!"

"What the hell?!"

as well, two identical voices breaking the silence of the dusty pocket of

and at the same time, his other body also froze, looking