Shadow Slave

Indeed, it was as Sunny had thought.

Mordret had learned his secrets from the mirror shard left behind by his Beast. He didn't really know of his Aspect… he only knew of its reflection.

And that reflection was incomplete.

That was why the cunning prince had assumed that he would be able to enslave Sunny by using his True Name. Of course, Mordret would have been careful, taking the possibility that Lost from Light already had a master into account… but Sunny was half a step ahead. He had doused that caution by being ready to pretend to be enslaved…

And then attacked.

...The Cruel Sight shot forward, narrowly avoiding the mirror fiend's saber and sinking deep into his flesh. It cut through the enchanted black tunic, pierced Welthe's body, and emerged from her back.

Mordret's face contorted, his eyes full of shock and pain.

Sunny, of course, couldn't see it, since he was still relying on shadow sense to navigate the world. All he felt was a tremble that went through his enemy's body.

A moment later, the Prince of Nothing groaned, a stream of blood escaping from his mouth.

Then, he lashed out with the saber, forcing Sunny to stagger back. The Cruel Sight slid out of the terrible wound, wrecking more damage on its way back. Sunny was slightly disappointed that he had not been able to end the fight right there and then, but it hardly mattered.

The wound he had delivered was not immediately fatal, but deadly nevertheless. Now, all he had to do was wait for the enemy to bleed out… even a Master's body was not resilient enough to stem the flood of blood he had caused…

Mordret, it seemed, realized the same, and dashed forward in a desperate attempt to kill Sunny before the blood loss made him too weak.

…Or so Sunny thought.

'What…'

Instead of attacking with the saber, the Prince of Nothing used it to push the Cruel Sight aside, and continued to move forward, eventually colliding with Sunny and grabbing him by the throat.

'Is he crazy?!'

At such a close distance, Sunny had all the advantages. Mordret couldn't slash with the saber, but he could easily bring his shortsword back for a killing thrust, long before anyone would have been able to strangle him.

This attack made no sense...

However, in the next moment, he felt that something was wrong.

And then, his chest was pierced by a blinding explosion of pain.

Somehow, against all logic, the Prince

sword. He could feel a

'C—curses…'

through the pain, he rolled away, dodging the descending saber. Luckily for him, Mordret did not pursue, instead choosing to dash toward Cassie

'Damned… damned Welthe!'

his chest, he had an inkling. Welthe's Aspect seemed to be all about devoiding the enemy

third Ability capable of transferring wounds from her body to that of

he going to die by his own

No… no, he wouldn't.

body was pierced and heavily damaged, but fortunately, blood loss was one of the two

other being broken

would not allow such a thing

"Argh!"

Sunny stood up and swayed slightly. He didn't feel too well… in fact, he felt pretty terrible. Every breath was torture, and his heartbeat was strange and irregular. Every contraction sent a pulse

been through

itself into existence, and tried to assess what

his attack with a skillful block, the Quiet Dancer ringing clearly as it deflected

pushed back, away from the

the surface of the wooden box and the flow of soul essence was interrupted, the glow of the engraved pattern shimmered, dimmed, and was then

Mordret sighed.

Truly, a valiant

at the mirror trap, and then brought the saber down on it, turning

Sunny shuddered.

'...Crap.'

body, the Prince of Nothing inhaled deeply, an expression of delight on his face. Then, he turned to Sunny and

should I deal

austere tachi finished manifesting itself into existence. The [Unbroken] enchantment activated, filling him with newfound power. Its effect wasn't as incredible as when he had been a mere Sleeper, but still quite

the Midnight Shard in one hand and the Cruel Sight in another, Sunny willed the mirror

highness. I can promise to kill

Sunny in front of him

ah, what a pity. I am really going to miss you,

a step away, the slender saber falling down with

other desperately trying to defend. The ringing of

like an eternity, in fact, just a second had passed. The Quiet Dancer had not even had time to

he really, really needed

hold his ground against the deadly prince. With three shadows wrapped around his body