Slayer was where he had left her, standing silently in the darkness of the Shrine. Now that the sun had risen, a bit of light was falling into the empty hall of the scorched temple through the opening in its roof and the towering fissure of its gates — still, shadows swallowed most of the hall, so her motionless figure was entirely unnoticeable.
Of course, Sunny could see in the dark, so she could not hide from him.
He sighed.
Slayer… was a strange Shadow.
She had been a shadow of a mortal woman once. That woman perished, and her shadow traveled to the Shadow Realm like all shadows did… however, once there, she refused to be destroyed like the rest of them and persisted, hunting down others like her to sustain herself. Whether it was because her sense of self was especially strong or for some other reason, Sunny did not know.
