Shadow Slave

In that moment, hovering on the edge of nothingness, Sunny realized that he was about to die.

He had to struggle against the fog that permeated his mind, slowing down his thoughts and dampening all emotions.

All except for fear.

Despite the fact that his body was broken and his mind was paralyzed, some stubborn part of Sunny was still refusing to give up. He wasn’t ready to die. At least not without giving his all to survive.

He was revolted at the thought of giving the world the satisfaction of the win.

That would be so infuriating. Hadn’t he told Hero that he was going to survive no matter what, to spite them all?

That’s right. He might be a shameless liar, but a promise was still a promise.

But… how was he even supposed to survive? No matter how he looked at it, the situation seemed to be hopeless.

As the scythe slayer approached, its eyes shining menacingly with bloodthirsty crimson light, Sunny tried to pierce through the fog that enveloped his mind. However, his attempts were aimless and weak. It was hard to find purchase in the fog.

He needed an anchor.

Suddenly, a simple thought caught his attention. It was something that he had repeated a thousand times, burning it into his mind.

‘Repetition, experience, clarity.’

Clarity…

He remembered what Nephis had taught him. The essence of combat was murder. Any action performed during a battle served only one of two purposes: it was either to kill your enemy or prevent the enemy from killing you.

If he could learn that, he would have enough clarity to master the mind.

Back then, he didn’t really understand the profound meaning behind the simple word “clarity” that Nephis had used. But now, with his mind in shambles, he was finally able to grasp it.

The two truths behind the essence and purpose of combat were simple and solid, almost tangible. Even in his half-conscious state, he was able to use them as a stable foundation in the fog. Then, he reformed his mind around this foundation, building it along the stark lines of that truth.

Suddenly, he was able to think again.

What’s more, his thoughts were clear and incredibly fast, free of all unnecessary distractions.

This was clarity.

***

the advancing

much useless. He couldn’t move his limbs at all. The shadow still followed his commands, but it was busy doing an important

with its help, he wouldn’t be able to last

couldn’t do anything about it, so there was

his body immobilized, Memories couldn’t

only the

have to be his only tool to either kill the enemy or prevent the enemy

transparent mucus. In a flash of lightning, he was able to see and instantly

Changing Star’s sword was still protruding from its body, washed in

‘What an ugly bastard.’

crimson patterns and a mighty body specially designed for mayhem

in a

monster closed the distance between them and loomed over Sunny’s broken, bleeding

into the

monster’s burning

to hell, you

scythes shot toward

monster from the side, throwing it away. It was Sunny’s carapace

of limbs as they rolled on the ground. Despite the fact that it was smaller and

them against the creature’s carapace in a crazy whirlwind of blows. For a moment, the howling of the wind was drowned out by the clamor of chitin striking against chitin. The slayer’s carapace mostly held, but a

the scavenger in every way. Even with one of its scythes pinned awkwardly under its body, the monster was more than able to repel the sudden attack. With an angry screech, it sliced with the other scythe,

rear leg that was already wounded by Sunny broke off, but the monster didn’t pay it

limbs and slowly stood up. Another deafening screech resounded in the howling darkness of

what?’ he thought, momentarily lost for

then, something

the loss of a rear

the monster was, the lightning was immediately attracted to the handle of the sword that was still sticking from its body, aimed at the sky at a slight angle. At that moment, Changing Star’s longsword suddenly became a

hundreds of millions of volts of electricity coursed through the slayer’s

of light, it was thrown to the

arcs of residual electricity danced on the monster’s chitin, slowly accumulating on the crimson patterns on it. Under that influence, the crimson pattern

at all

‘It’s… glowing?’

a second, he hoped that the monster was dead. But no, a single strike of lightning was not enough to kill a creature like that.

in a rather bad shape, it was still alive and full of

surely, it was coming back to its senses.

before it did, Nephis was suddenly right in front

of the longsword, she grimaced as the heat burned her hands. Then, she twisted the blade, making the slayer’s body twitch, and pulled it out,

with her sword. The glowing, white-hot blade caught the creature’s arm right below the