Shadow Slave

A ravaged underground hall. Split concrete, old machines turned into piles of scrap, broken walls. Deep darkness chased away by the bright light of electric floodlights.

The stench of blood permeating the air.

And bodies, of course, scattered on the cracked floor. Dozens of them, all bearing terrible wounds. Bodies of the Awakened of Valor, the Awakened of Song... and one more, a ghastly hill of grey flesh that had been a Nightmare Creature before.

Morgan studied the scene of slaughter with a neutral expression as she walked among the corpses. She would linger for a few moments near one of the corpses, then indifferently move on to the next. Her vermilion eyes were cold.

Saint Gilead, the Summer Knight, was more expressive. He was kneeling in front of one of the bodies with a mournful expression on his gallant, handsome face. A heavy sigh escaped from his lips.

"Amiran..."

Morgan turned around and looked at the Transcendent.

"Oh. I am sorry, Sir Gilead. I have forgotten that the two of you were once members of the same cohort. Please accept my condolences."

Her voice did not seem too regretful, though.

Summer Knight looked down.

"Sometimes, I forget..."

She raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

The Saint lingered for a few moments, then offered her a calm gaze.

"How much I loathe you and your family."

Morgan smiled slightly and looked away.

"Well. What can I say? We are a loathsome bunch."

With that, she used her armored boot to turn one of the bodies over andasked:

"Does this make sense to you?"

Summer Knight stood up with a sigh and walked over.

"The result is outside expectations, but the sequence of events seems clear. We severely underestimated the opposition. By all accounts, Amiran should have been able to achieve a clean victory... but the presence of a Corrupted Tyrant changed things. Our estimation of Beastmaster's power needs to be adjusted. Still... he slayed the beast, even if the price was his life."

Morgan shook her head.

"Seems clear, huh?"

gaze was locked on the fatal sword wound that had killed the Awakened in front of

for a

"...What a beautiful cut."

the scene. The man walked over and bowed, then delivered a preliminary report. His conclusions were in line with what Saint

at him

diviners discovered

investigator looked away in

"...Nothing, my lady."

frown appeared

cohorts of Valor's best, armed and armored with forged Memories, lost to four cohorts of

man lowered his

is what the evidence

a while, then turned and addressed a delicate young

you, Cassia? Do you

woman shifted slightly and

"...I see nothing."

Morgan tilted her head.

telling me that you don't

thinking that the princess was mocking

Morgan grinned.

"Ha!"

to the Saint and pierced

Gilead. At least someone is not

Then, her expression darkened.

laying at her feet

moments of silence, she

House of Night?

just

Cassie swayed, struggling

the princess had decided to face the two of them

an especially grueling one. They gave a good fight, cooperating with each other so flawlessly that it almost seemed as if they shared

found it almost unnecessary to downplay

there was little need to pretend,

was a good fight, Lady

which was nicked all over and utterly

did

seconds, he slowly straightened and glanced at her with a

troubled by something? Your technique seemed a bit distracted

her face turning cold.Eventually, she said with a