Shadow Slave

Sir Amiran, one of the exalted Knights of the great clan Valor, was standing on top of a newly constructed dormitory tower, looking at the expanse of the city below. There was a long stretch of industrial buildings between him and the looming barrier of the defensive wall that protected the siege capital from the ravages of the Chain of Nightmares.

There were plenty of civilian shelters and dormitories, too - with the start of the evacuation, even industrial areas like this one had been put to use, accommodating numerous refugees.

The refugees were moving far below him like tiny ants. The thunderous booms of firing railguns did not seem to spoil their moods... after months of continuous siege, the people must have grown used to its clamor.

Knight Amiran grimaced.

"...Collateral damage will be high."

But that was war. None of these people would have had to die if the enemy had abided by the agreement to keep the hostilities away from the cities, but now that the Song clan had made their move, the hands of noble warriors of Valor were tied.

The lives of mundane humans were like water, anyway. No matter how much he sacrificed to achieve victory, it was just a drop in the ocean. Amiran didn't feel happy about the human cost of his inevitable victory, but he was also not particularly sad.

Knowing what he knew, their deaths were insignificant.

He heard light footsteps behind him and looked over his shoulder. One of his Awakened approached, bearing news. There was an expression of dark excitement on her face.

"We have confirmed the location, sir."

He nodded.

The band of Song's assassins had infiltrated the siege capital with one of the supply convoys. The original staff had been slain, and the imposters assumed their identities. After getting past the gates, they disappeared into the chaos of the overpopulated city without a trace.

...Or so they thought.

In truth, Valor had long anticipated this attack. The subterfuge the assassins employed was pointless. They had only managed to enter the city because that was where Lady Morgan wanted them.

more bloodless to deal with the servants of the Queen of Worms at the gates, but then some of them could escape. So, they were allowed

honor of delivering

if there

the roof. With warriors like these

cold smile appeared

strike as soon as they make their

a ghostly fire. Its flames were blue, and burned

leader of the group was a woman wearing simple civilian clothes, with a pale scar crossing her otherwise beautiful face. She was

was listening to quiet scratching sounds that seemed to be coming from somewhere under the floor of

Awakened around her were

was a newcomer among them - a man in the uniform of the Evacuation Army - that listened to the sounds, too, his eyes growing

moments of silence,

not going to break free, is

Ascended Morrow smiled.

course, it will.

lingered for a second, and then

though. The thralls of Sister Beastmaster are very obedient. Granted, this one

The man chuckled wryly.

I see.

even know that he, too, was

have your people

pointed at the map

to the inner city without crossing any other major logistical hubs. It is also wide enough to transport the... that thing you brought... to where you

Morrow shook her head.

the compound above ground. Summer Knight won't

would have loved nothing more than to slaughter the ignoble hypocrites serving the King of Swords personally, but sadly,