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.

logic, the Prince of Nothing seemed unscathed

though Sunny had run himself through with a sword. He could feel

'C—curses…'

descending saber. Luckily for him, Mordret did not

'Damned… damned Welthe!'

ended up with a hole in his chest, he had an inkling. Welthe's Aspect seemed to be all about devoiding the enemy of their power while enhancing your own… almost as if transferring

transferring wounds from her

to die by his

No… no, he wouldn't.

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

other being broken

evolved Weaves of his body would

"Argh!"

up and swayed slightly. He didn't feel too well… in fact, he felt pretty terrible. Every breath was

been through

existence, and tried to assess what was happening

girl met his attack with

pushed back,

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.

bad, guys. Truly,

the mirror trap, and then brought the saber down on it, turning the box into a pile of splinters and mangled silver

Sunny shuddered.

'...Crap.'

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

I

him with newfound power. Its effect wasn't as incredible as when he had been a mere Sleeper, but still

the Midnight Shard in one hand and the Cruel Sight in another, Sunny willed the mirror blade to ignite with the incandescent light of the divine flame,

here, your royal highness. I can promise to kill you

him

ah, what a pity. I am really going to

blurred and was suddenly just a step away,

other desperately trying to defend. The ringing of steel merged into one deafening

eternity, in fact, just a second had passed. The Quiet Dancer had not

really, really

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 would not have been