Shadow Slave

Sunny had never stopped fighting, sharpening his mastery of combat to a sublime level. He had already been one of the most seasoned warriors of humanity four years ago... mostly because very few had it as rough as he had it on the Forgotten Shore and in the Antarctic Center.

But the last four years had not been easy on him, either. Crossing the Hollow Mountains alone had given him more battle experience than most Awakened would receive in their lifetime. So, now, he had a solid reason to be supremely confident in his ability.

That said, there was a difference between fighting Nightmare Creatures and fighting humans. Sunny had mostly been doing the former recently, so the latter... he was a bit rusty.

As the Fire Keepers surrounded him, Sunny observed them silently.

Now that they were Masters, each possessed one additional Aspect Ability. Gorn not only had four arms, but also expanded in size, towering above the floor at almost three meters in height. Gantry seemed to have augmented his body, somehow... making it more durable? More nimble? Or simply more powerful?

He was going to find out shortly.

Erlas, meanwhile, was enhancing the physical state of each member of the cohort. His powers had been mainly focused on endurance and stamina before... what about now?

Sid was bound to do something unpredictable, as well.

Shim, Shakti, and Kaor all possessed non-combat Aspect, so guessing their powers was of less importance. Still... they could be full of surprises.

There were the Memories the Fire Keepers wielded to consider, as well.

'Ah...'

Sunny felt a pang of regret for setting such strict restrictions for himself. But, still... he was looking forward to it.

A real clash of skill, cunning, and competence.

He had missed it a lot.

"What are you waiting for?"

Before the echo of his cold voice had time to disappear, the Fire Keepers attacked. The two archers opened the battle, instantly letting two arrows loose. They were showing decorum, too — since it was a friendly duel, his opponents refrained from using truly destructive Memories inside the Citadel.

Sunny did not augment himself with any of his three shadows. Being a Transcendent already gave him a great advantage as far as physical prowess and the intricacy of essence control went, so it was unnecessary.

Shifting slightly, he dodged both arrows with the minimum effort. One seemed to possess a homing enchantment, turning sharply to strike him in the back, but was tossed aside by the flat of the black odachi's blade.

the melee fighters of the Ascended cohort were already upon him. They coordinate their attacks seamlessly, using the arrow salvo

'Perfect teamwork.'

were the spearheads aimed at his chest and back. Gorn and Gantry, who wielded longer weapons and had

a numerical advantage, since space was limited and only a few people could target a single opponent

and deflect four attacks

in the process. Using explosive footwork, Sunny escaped the encirclement and used the bodies of the

out with a

sang in the dark expanse of

'Interesting...'

wasted these four years, either. He had known that Valor had

almost as if they were being repeatedly sent to death, but stubbornly refused to die. As

have crushed them easily if he wished to. The gap between Saints and Masters was already vast, and Sunny was a singular existence even among Saints,

were a challenging adversary. Especially because he could not allow himself

a single battle style against them... Morgan's own battle style, to be precise. The sharp, deadly, and ruthless technique she used was representative of how warriors of Valor

So, it wasn't easy.

It was exhilarating, though.

'Damnation. More!'

tense moments when the unexpected facets of the Ascended Abilities of his enemies

most efficient and economical manner. He didn't make any big moves, using the least amount of motion possible

while, he was studying

their battle styles and their

when that puzzle was

dynamic of the

***

indeed like a shadow. Swift, elusive, and insidious, he moved across the black marble of the great hall with stunning speed and flawless precision, effortlessly deflecting the rain of blows that the

black odachi seemed to have a life of its own, flowing like a stream of darkness. A weapon of that length was supposed to be if not unwieldy, then at least less maneuverable than a

it was pure foresight

the movements of the

battles by her side, fought well. They fought bravely.

yet, she had guessed the result of the duel almost as soon as

the barrage of attacks, suddenly abandoned all pretenses of defense. Instead, he easily shrugged off a squall of

as if

like a snake as it

toppled with a short yelp. Gantry was struck by the pommel of the odachi almost