Shadow Slave

'Well… that's just damn great!'

The corner of Sunny's mouth twitched. The worst part was that he couldn't even disagree with Pierce's reasoning… because his own conclusion was more or less the same.

Of course, Mordret was perfectly capable of making one of the Lost his vessel in hopes of traveling to the Sanctuary — or a more remote human Citadel, if need be — and stealing another body there. But why would he settle for a vastly inferior option when a perfect candidate was right there, his for the taking?

Maybe that was the reason why he had not tried to seek out Sunny in the previous weeks. Mordret might have wanted to leave him for last.

…Thanks to Cassie, Sunny had a general idea about the Aspects of both Welthe and Pierce. The fearsome Master seemed to possess powers that made him highly resistant, if not outright immune, to various forms of attacks, while his more friendly counterpart specialized in enhancing her combat prowess and debilitating the enemy.

Noting that only Welthe was wearing the strange anvil amulet, he made a guess that she was protected from Mordret's Ability by its enchantment, while Pierce was capable of countering the possession simply through the might of his Aspect.

Cassie could not be taken, too, due to her blindness. One had to look at the reflection to be possessed, which she was incapable of.

That left only Sunny…

But more than that, Mordret had secretly watched him for months, and knew perfectly well how powerful Sunny actually was, as well as how he spoke, behaved, and carried himself. Who were his friends and who were his enemies. Mordret knew everything he needed to know to impersonate him perfectly, as well as how much would be gained by stealing his Aspect, Shadows, and Memories.

Truly… Sunny was an ideal vessel.

It was almost as though this role had been predetermined for him from the very start.

'Damnation…'

He hesitated for a bit, then glanced at Pierce and Welthe, this time not even having to fake worry.

uh… what is the plan,

a bit. Then,

of infiltrating the inner sanctum, and the vessel that made time his best ally is destroyed. So, we will just wait. In about a week, maybe even less, Saint Cormac will return. Then,

since, in a sense, this was as good as admitting defeat. But this plan of action did, indeed, seem like the best way to go… at

had to do was barricade themselves inside the impregnable inner sanctum and wait for the cavalry to arrive.

forced out

a good

Welthe nodded, then turned

helpful vision, don't hesitate to inform me immediately. Now, please

like that, the

up, bowed to the masters, then returned to the main hall. There, they endured the unfriendly gazes of the Lost, filled two

down, the two concentrated on the food, happy to finally eat something that was

said quietly while pretending to

"What do you think?"

a spoonful of porridge, took a sip of water, and answered as he

inner sanctum, somehow. He is too damn devious for that. I

figure of the sentinel who could turn invisible, to make

kept a neutral expression as he ate some more, then added without looking at the blind

wait and observe for a bit, and then probably try

remained silent for a few moments, then

"How do you know?"

He smiled.

that's what I would

thoughts. A few