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.

***

advancing monster, calmly

The shadow still followed his commands, but it was busy doing an important job — keeping him from dying

he wouldn’t be able to last

thought. He couldn’t do anything about it, so there was

his body immobilized, Memories

only

have to be his only tool to either

of transparent mucus. In a flash of lightning,

was still protruding

‘What an ugly bastard.’

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

almost majestic… in a terrifying, murderous kind

to look helplessly as the monster closed the distance between them and loomed over Sunny’s broken,

into the air,

the monster’s

to hell,

scythes shot

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

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

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.

than able to repel the sudden attack.

already wounded by Sunny broke off, but the monster

limbs and slowly stood up. Another deafening screech resounded

thought, momentarily lost for

then, something

to slightly raise and lean its torso back to account for the loss of a rear leg and keep its balance. At

how tall 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

of millions of volts of electricity coursed through the

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

on the monster’s chitin, slowly accumulating on the crimson patterns on it.

all

‘It’s… glowing?’

was not enough to kill a creature like that. Just a few moments after being electrocuted, the slayer moved, slightly shaking its

in a rather bad shape, it

somewhat dazed, the monster gathered its limbs and tried to stand up. Slowly but surely, it was coming back to its senses. The bone scythes scraped

it did, Nephis was suddenly right in front of

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

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