Shadow Slave

Human homes were like a titan. They were full of countless things. From the floor panels to the smallest trivialities, each thing had been designed and created by someone. The materials used in the creation of the things had been produced by someone else. Vehicles that someone had assembled transported them over roads that someone had built.

The amount of effort and life hiding in each human home was staggering. The scale of it was so inconceivable that Mordret could only compare it to something he was more familiar with - an abomination so vast that its mere existence was a calamity.

But really, the waking world was so much more than that. The only creature it could truly be compared to was a god.

'A dead god, maybe.'

Humans were like ants, but he could easily imagine them as carrion worms wriggling as they feasted on a divine corpse.

He could imagine it vividly.

"Honey! Come eat!"

Mordret was looking at the world through the child's eyes.

He put down his toys and ran to the kitchen. He climbed on a chair and grinned at his mother. He made a face at the plate full of expensive, naturally grown vegetables and pouted.

He allowed himself to be coaxed into eating some.

'...I can't taste it.'

Mordret felt a slight disappointment as he studied the mother's face. She was looking at him with a smile. Her eyes were brimming with affection.

Being loved by someone was a novel feeling. But what would it feel like to love someone instead?

the kid. Would

easy way to

his

news. There was a propaganda

continuing to consolidate their forces on the continent. Just a few days ago, the relocation of refugees from the impregnable siege capital of Falcon Scott was successfully concluded. Under the valiant leadership of Saint Tyris

of a familiar name. Sky Tide was still alive, it seemed. He was satisfied... among all the Saints he wished to kill, she was the only one who deserved

caught. But she had also indirectly helped him

won't have to kill

of a human child. He experienced the heat of summer, the warmth of

all fun, but he

have loved

his mood turn dangerous at the thought, he

that he never felt sad. But he was not completely emotionless. There were things he could feel: satisfaction, contentment, pleasure...

And hatred, of course.

his traitorous father and Asterion,

in thinking

attention back on the

The child only saw the

Worry. Fatigue. Loneliness. Fear.

days of idle observation, he left the

her perspective. She put on a brave face when she was with her son, but when left alone, the woman

in turmoil. Everything was changing. The distant war was already affecting the daily lives of the citizens... her friends, her neighbors, her family - everyone was tense, as if waiting for

the First Evacuation Army. Even more enlisted and sailed

even people from her immediate circle being pulled into the whirlwind of the