Shadow Slave | A Slave Once Again

Chapter Three: Through The Dark City

Third POV:

'How should I approach this?'

Behind him at a relatively safe distance, a skeletal hunched figure was slowly walking along the narrow street of the cursed city. The creature had long arms that ended with vicious claws and a deformed head with a wide mouth full of razor-sharp fangs.

Even with its back bent, the monster was at least two meters tall. It was dressed in a torn shroud that was once white but had long ago turned brown from the dried blood.

That was supposed to be Sunny prey for the night.

The creature, which was called a Blood Fiend, was among the weakest dwellers of the cursed city. It was merely an awakened monster, barely intelligent and comparatively easy to kill.

Even though they shared the same rank and class, Blood Fiends were less formidable than Carapace Centurions in terms of strength and speed. However, that was only until they smelled blood, which sent them into a murderous frenzy. In that state, these fiends were a true menace.

And now that Sunny had the Covetous Coffer he didn't need to haunt the creature at all, for at least a couple of months. His Coffer was already a huge grocery center by now.

Using his Shadow senses Sunny was able to confirm that the road itself would be safe for at least an hour. He could still feel a couple of Nightmare Creatures one to two blocks down the road but their route didn't involve going through this path. Although He can still feel the shadow of another blood fiend not too far off.

His worries lay elsewhere.

The humans that were approaching his current location were getting closer and closer.

Sunny contemplated if he should kill them or not.

Sunny was no judge. Just because they died in the first round doesn't justify killing them again. Even back then, He of course didn't kill all of them with his own hands but He sure did lead them to their own demise. And that doesn't mean he should do it again. Humans were greedy by nature, sinners or not they were doing their best to live and satisfy their desires, he was in no place to judge them.

Although Sunny wanted them dead, killing them just because it benefited him was far from Sunny's nature.

Gunlaug would use their death as a trump card in an attempt to suppress Changing Stat's authority in the Slums, by Framing their death to Effie. which will eventually lead to them Clashing Swords, Their death was a critical step in that process. A heavy sigh escaped Sunny's Lips. As much as Sunny wanted to escape the Forgotten Shore with as much as possible, These people weren't his responsibility, unlike in Antarctica Sunny wasn't obliged to save people who didn't want to be saved.

'Gunlaug was Trapped in this Hell hole for eight years he had already settled down for this king-like life, even though he knew it was merely a sand castle. he has done many despicable things. But who am I to judge him for those? Who knows if any of us would have done any better? Keeping a thousand hopeless people alive in this hell is the kind of task that can turn a saint into a demon after all.'

Sunny thought that Gunlaug was indeed a mad genius.

summoning the Midnight Shard Sunny did the thing he was best at.

Sunny used Shadow Step and emerged from the Shadows right Behind the Blood Fiend. Something whistled in the air, and the upper part of the Blood Fiend's body separated from the lower. Startled and shocked The Fiend reached out with its long arms toward whatever was what attacked him from behind.