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 more unique, while most allowed Saints to assume the shape of powerful beasts. Sunny had expected to become a giant beast, as well, but then again... wasn't

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

was reasonable, then, that his Transformation would have

to do with the invaluable

His shadows.

perfect copies of Sunny, which was different from simply making them tangible through

strong and durable as Sunny's own body was. That much was already apparent — he could see the proof

[Bound] trait was supposed to make it as strong as his soul was. Since Sunny was Transcendent now, the Mantle would have risen to a

any case, the Mantle was a manifestation of the Onyx Shell Attribute. And since each of the shadows was clad in the fearsome armor, they seemed to possess the same

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

the air. Sunny was not sure

a deep

as resilient and durable as him. The Weaves granted them strength and made their bodies exceedingly tenacious, while the Onyx Shell granted them protection against all kinds of attacks,

were just

powerful? What, exactly, could

and then decided to

Sunny composed himself, he could give them a few simple commands

open his mouth to give the command, but at that moment, something strange happened,

the shadow and its perception... it

himself, and in turn looking at himself through the eyes of the sullen shadow, but it felt entirely

perceiving himself from

Startled, Sunny flinched back.

his second body flinched back, too,

He opened his mouth:

"What the hell?!"

"What the hell?!"

breaking the silence of the dusty pocket of space at the

the same time, his other body also