Shadow Slave

After that statement, the room was silent for a while. Sunny frowned, thinking about what he had just heard.

He wasn't really surprised to learn that Mordret was a scion of the great clan Valor. He had already known that there was some connection there… he had also considered that one possible explanation for Mordret's strange insistence on calling himself a prince was a blood relation to one of the Sovereign.

Now, it was more or less clear that Anvil of Valor… was the mysterious prince's father.

What made Sunny frown, however, was that Welthe called Mordret the Prince of War. Was that an indication that clan Valor had inherited the lineage of War God, just like the Immortal Flame clan inherited that of Sun God?

If so… what lineages did the other two Great Clans possess?

…And where did it leave him, who was supposed to become the inheritor of Shadow God, but ended up stuck with a forbidden lineage of an elusive daemon instead?

Meanwhile, Cassie spoke, her voice slightly surprised:

"...of Valor?"

Master Welthe sighed again, then nodded.

"Yes. Prince Mordret was… is the eldest son of Saint Anvil, one of the patriarchs of our great clan. As a young child, he was given as a hostage to a… powerful ally. To keep peace and ensure prosperity for all. No harm was meant to come to him. And it didn't… or so we thought. Years later, the prince was returned to us as a valiant Awakened, to our joy and relief."

face darkened, and he looked away. Welthe lingered for a few moments, and then

impulses that couldn't be controlled. The more

looked down,

out a Seed of Nightmare to become a Master. Knowing that he was too dangerous to be allowed to Ascend… or even to walk freely in the

what they were told… provided it was

Sunny had no

why he had come to the Chained Isles alone, seeking a Seed that had not been discovered — and thus, couldn't be

led

thing, however, didn't make a lot

the Masters, and

just kill him? Why go to

it was Pierce who answered,

body, too. But that still didn't kill him. No matter what we attempted, that thing simply refused to die. Many of my comrades did in the process, however. In the end, we could only bind him… and even that

the fearsome

physical and spirit body destroyed, and yet he still exists… how is that even

mouth, then closed it…

his Aspect,

Welthe glanced at each other. In the end, the

their soul will be devoured, and their body will become his. By taking a vessel, the prince inherits their Memories, Echoes…

few moments, and absentmindedly touched the amulet in the shape of an anvil hanging around