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

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

he wouldn’t be

couldn’t do anything about it,

body immobilized, Memories couldn’t be

left only

to be his only tool to either

transparent mucus. In a flash of

was still protruding from its body, washed in

‘What an ugly bastard.’

with crimson patterns and a mighty body specially designed for mayhem and slaughter, the scythe

a

to look helplessly as the monster closed the distance between

rose into the

into the monster’s burning

to hell, you

shot toward his

massive and furious rammed into the monster from the side, throwing it away. It was

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

lashed out with its pincers, ramming 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.

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, cutting one of the scavenger’s pincer arms clean off. Then, it strained

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

it untangled its limbs and slowly stood up. Another deafening screech resounded in the howling darkness

he thought, momentarily

something very unexpected

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

immediately attracted to the handle of the sword that was still sticking from its body, aimed at the sky at a slight angle.

volts of electricity coursed

blinding flash of light, it was thrown to the ground. Whisps of smoke rose from the cracks

slowly accumulating on the crimson

at all

‘It’s… glowing?’

enough to kill a creature like that. Just a

shape, it was still alive and full of

up. Slowly but surely, it

Nephis was suddenly right in

the heat burned her hands. Then, she twisted the blade, making the slayer’s body twitch, and pulled it out, breaking apart a large portion of its lower

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 the terrifying bone scythe flying through the air in a rain