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.

screamed and staggered back, falling to the floor. Somehow, against all logic, the Prince of Nothing seemed unscathed

a sword. He could feel a deep wound in his chest, even though the surface of the Undying Chain

'C—curses…'

him, Mordret did not pursue, instead choosing to dash toward Cassie and the mirror

'Damned… damned Welthe!'

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

of transferring wounds from her body to that of

going to die by his own

No… no, he wouldn't.

fact, he was barely bleeding at all. His body was pierced and heavily damaged, but fortunately, blood

being broken

evolved Weaves of his body would

"Argh!"

he felt pretty terrible. Every breath was torture, and his heartbeat was strange and irregular. Every contraction sent a pulse of

I've been through worse… I

manifest itself into existence, and tried to assess what was happening around

attack with a skillful block, the Quiet Dancer ringing clearly as it deflected the enemy's blade. The

she was pushed back,

and the flow of soul essence was interrupted, the glow of the engraved

Mordret sighed.

Truly, a

the saber down on it, turning the box into a pile of

Sunny shuddered.

'...Crap.'

the burden and back to the full might of his stolen body, the Prince of Nothing inhaled deeply, an expression of delight on

who should I deal

The [Unbroken] enchantment activated, filling him with newfound power. Its effect

another, Sunny willed the mirror blade to ignite with the incandescent light of the divine flame, and

I can promise to kill

in front of him and Cassie behind,

ah, what a pity. I am really going to

blurred and was suddenly just a step away, the slender saber

them clashed, with one attacking and the other desperately trying to

had passed. The Quiet Dancer had not even had time to reach them from the other end of the hall to

really, really needed

he had not been wounded and under the debilitating effect of Welthe's Aspect, Sunny would have been able to hold his ground against the deadly prince. With three shadows wrapped around his body and the gift of the [Unbroken], his prowess