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.

***

looked up at the advancing monster, calmly weighing

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

its help, he wouldn’t

He couldn’t do anything about it, so there was no sense in wasting time considering it

immobilized,

left only the

tool to either kill the enemy or prevent the enemy from

mucus. In a flash of lightning, he was able

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

‘What an ugly bastard.’

a mighty body

majestic… in a terrifying, murderous kind of

he had to look helplessly as the monster closed the distance between

scythes rose into the air,

monster’s burning eyes,

to hell, you

scythes shot toward his

rammed into the monster from the side, throwing it away.

own safety anymore, the Echo entwined itself with the enemy in a chaotic mess of limbs as they rolled on the ground. Despite the fact that it was smaller and weaker, its crazy assault and complete disregard for its own life were enough to give the bigger

the wind was drowned out by the clamor of chitin striking against

it was still superior to 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,

process, the rear leg that was already wounded by Sunny broke off, but the monster

fury, it untangled its limbs and slowly stood up. Another deafening screech resounded in the

what?’ he thought, momentarily lost

something very

account for the loss of a rear leg and keep its balance. At that moment, a

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,

of volts of electricity

light, it was thrown to the

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

stared at all

‘It’s… glowing?’

the monster was dead. But no, a single strike of lightning was not enough to kill a creature like that. Just a few moments after being electrocuted, the slayer moved, slightly shaking

rather bad shape, it was still alive

gathered its limbs and tried to stand up. Slowly but surely, it was

was suddenly right in front of

hands. Then, she twisted the blade, making the slayer’s body twitch, and pulled it

her with a scythe, but Changing Star was quicker. Dashing to the side, she simultaneously lashed out with her sword. The glowing, white-hot blade caught the creature’s arm right below the joint and cleaved through it, sending