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.

in the air and collided with one of the tyrant’s arms, bursting into a rain of sparks. The young soldier — Sunny’s heroic liberator — had just tossed a burning piece of wood at the monster and

“Face me, devil!”

distraction! Just what I

way for Sunny to kill the Mountain King with his own two hands, he had decided to enlist some help. A human wouldn’t be up to the task, so instead, he was planning

bastard in myself, let’s make gravity do it

hero’s foolish

toward the far end of the stone platform, where the heavy wagon was perched dangerously close to the edge of the

followed, perhaps confusing his calmness with confidence, or maybe divine inspiration. After all, it was a widely known fact that crazy

living even a scratch on the creature’s flash. In the next

to the wagon. Once there, he hurriedly looked around, checking if there were any

into the road. It was turned sideways to block the wind, with its front facing the mountain wall and its back facing the cliff. There were two large wooden wedges placed under the rear wheels to prevent the wagon from rolling

both of them. Then

“What? Why?”

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

alive. He was weaving between the creature’s limbs, always just half a second away from being completely eviscerated. From time to time, his sword flashed in the air, but to no avail: Mountain King’s fur was too thick, and

see, were already dead.

die yet!’ he

he

“You’ll see.”

chain from the brace where it was affixed to the wagon. The thing he was searching for was hard to notice due to all the bodies, blood and viscera littering the stone platform, but for once, luck was on his side.

of a slave locked in them, Sunny plopped down on his knees and started to fumble with 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

Who the hell rolls

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

depended on his

Scholar, who were still waiting

“Now!”

a sizable length of chain, Sunny stood up and

His eyes lingered on the chain for a moment and then quickly followed it to the wagon. Then, without showing a

too? What