Ace's Shadow shaped the darkness into a bow and fired a plain arrow. As it flew, dark tentacles formed around the shaft and trailed behind until they merged with the arrow. It was seconds from punching through Ace's chest.
Ace raised his hand and caught it. The arrow punched through his palm and stuck there, the tip jutting out the back.
Silence settled. Ace and his Shadow stared at each other.
"You're my Shadow. You were right. I ran from the truth and told myself new passives would change everything. Wrong," Ace said, looking at the arrow through his hand. "This is my punishment."
"You sacrificed your right hand. Sounds genuine," Ace's Shadow said.
Ace nodded. "I lost my dear companions. Now I've lost my main edge. I'll push through, right?"
"Yeah." Ace's Shadow smirked.
The Shadow formed a spear. Ace channeled Ink Armament into his Pack-Hunter Spear and gripped the shaft in his left hand.
Tentacles rose at the Shadow's call. Ace didn't flinch. He wanted a challenge.
