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

with its help, he wouldn’t be able to

anything about it, so

body immobilized,

left only the

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

approaching Sunny. Its mandibles moved, viscous saliva flowing down from them in a torrent of transparent mucus. In a flash of lightning, he was able to see and instantly register every spike, every

sword was still protruding from its

‘What an ugly bastard.’

being hypocritical. Truth be told, with its black carapace painted with crimson patterns and a mighty body specially designed for mayhem and slaughter, the scythe slayer

was almost majestic… in a

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

scythes rose into the air, ready

into the monster’s burning eyes, Sunny

to hell, you

shot toward his

something massive and furious rammed into the monster from the side, throwing

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 monster some

wind was drowned out

monster was more than able to repel the sudden attack.

rear leg that was already wounded by Sunny

Another deafening screech resounded in the howling darkness

what?’ he thought, momentarily

then, something very

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

the lightning was immediately attracted to the handle of the sword that was still sticking from its

of electricity coursed

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

on the monster’s chitin, slowly accumulating on the crimson patterns on it. Under that influence, the crimson pattern changed its color, becoming

stared at all this in

‘It’s… glowing?’

no, a single strike of lightning was not enough to kill a creature like

shape, it was still alive and full of murderous

surely, it was coming back to its

it did, Nephis was suddenly right in

longsword, she grimaced as 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

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