Shadow Slave novel Chapter 962

As soon as the strange crow appeared, Sunny was ready to kill it. Summoning the Moonlight Shard would have only taken a split second, and a swift strike of his armored fist was going to do the job just as well.

If it was an ordinary bird, of course. Which he seriously doubted.

He did not expect the crow to speak, though.

"Sah-nee! Sah-nee!"

'...Is it calling my name?'

Sunny temporary postponed his plans of killing the crow and stared at it for a bit. The crow tilted its head and stared back.

"Sah-nee!"

He blinked, then shifted his vision and looked into the bird's soul. Sunny expected to see an orb of repulsive darkness, but what he saw instead were two radiant cores. The crow was an Awakened Monster... however, it was not a Nightmare Creature.

'Is it an Echo, or am I losing my mind? Again?'

He hesitated for a little while, then said cautiously:

"Yes, I am Sunny."

The bird jumped closer with a satisfied look, shook its entire body to get rid of flakes of ash clinging to the black feathers, and then cawed again.

"Jet! Jet!"

A spark of hope ignited in Sunny's heart. He studied the crow some more, then leaned closer and whispered:

"Did Master Jet send you?"

The small monster bobbed its head up and down several times.

"Jet! Send!"

Sunny closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply.

'So she did not forget about me after all, huh...

The crow appeared to be Soul Reaper's Echo, which she had sent to find Sunny. It felt... nice... to be remembered. However, he was not sure how the black bird was supposed to help him, if that was Jet's intention at all.

Was it simply a messenger to deliver new orders? Someone to guide him to Davis and his cohort of elite assassins?

He hesitated for a moment.

"Why did Master Jet send you to find me?"

The small monster jumped a couple of times.

"Crow! Help!"

So it was not just a messenger. The Echo was meant to assist him, somehow. Sunny tried not to get too excited.

"How are you going to help me? Are you going to lead me to Davis?"

The black bird silently shook its head, making Sunny frown.

"Why not?"

The crow tilted its head.

"Da-vees! Dead..."

Sunny let out a heavy sigh. So, Pride was gone... his men probably hadn't made it out of Erebus Field, either. He did not know the cold man too well, but the loss of a full cohort of Irregulars still hit him hard.

...Not to mention that Sunny's hopes of linking up with another powerful Master were crushed.

From what he knew, that was the first serious casualties the Irregulars had suffered from the start of the campaign. His information was outdated, though.

'Who says that any of them are still alive?'

The Irregulars, and especially their captains, were elites among elites. But with how unreasonably dreadful the Chain of Nightmares was turning out to be, at least in the Antarctic Center, there were no guarantees.

Hell, he himself had all but died just a few hours ago.

At least Soul Reaper was still out there, somewhere...

A dark grimace appeared on Sunny's face. Looking back at the small bird, he asked in a dubious tone: