Shadow Slave

Chapter 8

"Because the monster isn't dead."

These ominous words hung in the silence. Three pairs of eyes widened, staring right at Sunny.

"Why do you say that?"

After thinking about it, Sunny came to the conclusion that the tyrant was, indeed, still alive. His reasoning was pretty straightforward: he did not hear the Spell congratulating him on slaying the creature after it fell off the cliff. Which meant that it was not slain.

But he couldn't explain that to his companions.

He pointed up.

"The monster jumped from an incredible height to land on this platform. Yet it wasn't harmed at all. Why would it be killed by falling off the platform?"

Neither Hero nor the slaves could find a flaw in his argument.

Sunny continued.

"Which means that it's still alive, somewhere down the mountain. So by going back, we will be delivering ourselves into its maw."

Shifty cursed loudly and crawled closer to the bonfire, staring into the darkness with terror in his eyes. Scholar rubbed his temples, mumbling:

"Of course. Why didn't I realize myself?"

Hero was the most stoic of the three. After thinking it over, he nodded.

"Then we go up and over the mountain pass. But that's not all…"

He glanced in the direction where the tyrant had fallen.

"If the monster is still alive, there is a high possibility that it will return here, and then pursue us. Which means that time is of the essence. We will need to move as soon as the sun rises."

He gestured to the torn bodies littering the platform.

"We can't allow ourselves to rest the whole night anymore. We need to gather supplies now. If there was a chance, I would have liked to give these people at least a humble burial after gathering all that we can from then, but alas, fate has decided otherwise."

Hero rose to his feet and brandished a sharp knife. Shifty tensed up and watched the blade carefully, but then relaxed, seeing that the young soldier showed no sign of aggression.

is what we need to find. Let us split up

pointed at himself with

oxen carcasses to get

platform — most of it drowning in deep shadows — and

"I'll look for firewood."

glanced left and right, with

go find us something warm to

the last one left.

our water was stored on the wagon. But each of my

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in the shadows, Sunny was looking for dead soldiers with half a dozen flagons already weighing

Hero's flask — was badly injured and dying, but, miraculously, still clinging to life. Horrible wounds were covering his chest and stomach, and he

time was

beside the dying soldier and looked him over, searching

'What irony,' he thought.

older man tried to focus his eyes on Sunny and weakly moved his hand, reaching for something. Sunny looked down and

you guys like Vikings, longing to die with a weapon

answer, watching the young slave with some unknown,

Sunny sighed.

might as well do. After all, I promised to

forward and slit the old man's throat with the sharp edge of his broken blade, then threw it away. The soldier twitched, drowning in his own blood. The expression in his eyes

human. Sunny expected to feel guilt or fear, but actually, there was nothing at all. It seemed that, for better or worse, his cruel upbringing in the real world had prepared him

old man, keeping him company

voice came whispering

a dormant human,

Sunny flinched.

also an achievement, as far as the Spell is concerned. They don't usually show this in

it away. But, as it turned out, the Spell wasn't

have received

opening his

Come on, give me something

to be summoned from nothingness with a simple thought, a Memory was incredibly useful. What's

Give me

received a Memory:

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