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.

floor. Somehow, against all logic, the Prince of Nothing seemed unscathed again, the bloody gash on his

a sword. He could feel a deep

'C—curses…'

away, dodging the descending saber. Luckily for him, Mordret did not pursue, instead choosing to dash toward Cassie and the mirror

'Damned… damned Welthe!'

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

transferring wounds

so… was he going to die by his own

No… no, he wouldn't.

to bleed to death. In fact, he was barely bleeding at all. His body was pierced and heavily damaged, but fortunately, blood loss was one of the two

other being

evolved Weaves of his body would not allow such a thing to

"Argh!"

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 of suffering rolling through his

alright... I've been

the Midnight Shard to manifest itself into existence, and tried

met his attack with a skillful block, the Quiet Dancer ringing

pushed back, away from the

soon as her hand left the surface of the wooden box and the flow of soul essence was interrupted, the glow of the engraved pattern

Mordret sighed.

Truly,

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

Sunny shuddered.

'...Crap.'

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

should I

him with newfound power. Its effect wasn't as incredible as when he had been

Sight in another, Sunny willed the mirror blade to ignite

here, your royal highness. I can promise to kill

in front of him

what a pity. I

a step away, the

them clashed, with one attacking and the other desperately trying to defend. The ringing of steel merged into one deafening sound. Sunny

fact, just a second had passed. The Quiet Dancer had not even had time to reach them from the other end

he really,

against the deadly prince. With three shadows wrapped around his body and the gift of the [Unbroken], his prowess would not have been much less