Shadow Slave

Sunny was off to face against a Nightmare Creature. And not any creature, at that, but one of the fifth category — a dreaded, fearsome tyrant. The odds of survival were so low that anyone would have laughed in his face if he were to ever suggest attempting to fight it. If they weren’t an Awakened two or three ranks above the creature, of course.

Which Sunny certainly wasn’t.

And yet, he had to deal with this Mountain King somehow to avoid an even more miserable death. The ridiculous degree to which the odds were stacked against him from the very beginning of this delayed execution had gotten old a long time ago, so he didn’t have any more energy to think about it. What was there to fear, after all? He was already as good as dead. It’s not like he could get any deader.

So why worry?

On the other side of the bonfire, things were turning from bad to worse. Most of the slaves were already dead. A few soldiers were still desperately trying to fight the monster, but it was clear that they weren’t going to last long. Right in front of Sunny’s eyes, the tyrant picked up a dead slave, dragging the chain up with him, and opened its terrifying maw wide. With one crushing bite, the slave’s body was torn in half, leaving only bloodied stumps inside the shackles.

Mountain King’s five indifferent, milky eyes stared into the distance as he chewed, streams of blood flowing down its chin.

Seeing that the creature’s upper arms were busy, one of the soldiers screamed and lunged forward, brandishing his long spear. Without turning its head, the tyrant extended one of its shorter lower arms, caught the soldier’s head in an iron grip and squeezed, crushing the poor man’s skull like a soap bubble. A moment later, the headless body was tossed over the cliff and disappeared into the abyss below.

Shifty doubled over, puking his guts out. Then he shakily rose to his feet and glared at Sunny.

“Well? We’ve taken a look, now what?”

Sunny did not answer, pensively observing the tyrant with his head slightly tilted to one side. Shifty stared at him some more, then turned to Scholar.

“I’m telling you, old man, the boy is sick in the head. How the hell can he be so calm?!”

“Shhhh! Lower your voice, fool!”

Blood drained from Shifty’s face as he slapped himself, covering his mouth with both hands. Then he cast a fearful look in the direction of the tyrant.

Luckily, the abomination was too busy feasting on the slaves — lucky ones who were already dead and unlucky ones who were still alive — to pay them any attention. Shifty slowly exhaled.

Sunny was preoccupied with thinking, measuring his chances of survival.

‘How do I get rid of that thing?’

He didn’t have any special powers, nor did he have an army ready to bury the tyrant under a mountain of bodies. He didn’t even have a weapon to at least scratch the damn bastard.

past the creature, into the endless darkness of the moonless sky. As he was watching the night, a bright flash streaked in the air and collided with one of the tyrant’s arms, bursting into a rain of sparks. The young soldier — Sunny’s

“Face me, devil!”

Just what

the Mountain King with his own two hands, he had decided to enlist some help. A human wouldn’t be up to the task,

in myself, let’s

the middle of thinking over the details of the plan when the young hero’s foolish bravado presented an opportunity. Now everything depended on how long the pompous idiot would

stone platform, where the heavy wagon was perched dangerously close

confusing his calmness with confidence, or maybe divine inspiration. After all, it was a widely known fact that crazy people were often favored by

fur, not living even a scratch on

wagon. Once there, he

narrowed and turned back into the road. It was turned sideways to block the wind, with its front facing the mountain wall and its back

you, remove both of them. Then push.

“What? Why?”

stared at him with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Scholar just looked at the wedges, and then

in the air, but to no

see, were already dead. So he really needed that

die yet!’ he

he

“You’ll see.”

was hard to notice due to all the bodies, blood and viscera

locked in them,

several meters across the stones. All of his limbs were still in place; there were no terrible wounds on his body, either. Without skipping a bit, Hero rolled forward, picking up his sword from where it fell on the ground, and then rolled once more, this time sideways, narrowly avoiding a

rolls around

out of them, he then promptly locked them once again, this time around

everything depended on his resolve, hand-to-eye

were still waiting

“Now!”

of chain, Sunny stood up and

it to the wagon. Then, without showing a hint of emotion, the young warrior doubled his

smart, too?