Shadow Slave

There was a furious battle. Saints and Titans clashed, making the ground shake and the sky shatter. A boundless horde of Nightmare Creatures flowed like a sea of darkness, assaulting the formation of human soldiers. A massive tortoise Echo towered above the battlefield, with a stone fort standing on its impregnable shell.

Mordret fought in the battle. Limited to the power level of an Awakened, he drowned in the tide of abominations, slaying one after another as he protected the lives of his fellow warriors. Thanks to his swift sword, none of the members of his cohort fell. They were victorious.

After the battle, awash in the blood of Nightmare Creatures, his companions looked at him with triumphant glee.

"Warren! Gods... I almost lost my arm. If it wasn't for you..."

"We showed them, didn't we?"

"I thought I would die there, for a moment..."

Mordret looked at them and shook his head.

"Get a grip and act with decorum worthy of the warriors of Valor. Especially you, Varo! Lady Morgan and Saint Madoc are with us. Of course, we won..."

He returned to the temporary camp with the rest of the Valor Awakened, washed the grime of the battle off himself, and attended to his duties. There was a lot to be done.

At some point, Mordret found himself ascending the carapace of the tortoise Echo to deliver an important message to his commanders. A beautiful young woman with black hair and vermilion eyes appeared to guide him through the wards. He stood a little straighter at the sight of her. It was Morgan, of course. His sister.

His uncle was also there, as domineering and dangerous as he remembered.

"Is there news, Squire Warren?"

Mordret pretended to be starstruck by the fact that Morgan knew his name as he imagined slowly dismembering and killing her. That was a nice thought.

He bowed, and then said with deep respect in his voice:

"We received word from Knight Shtad, my lady. His cohort had survived the second night and secured a fortified position. Their report indicates that the divination seems to have been correct."

His sister sighed and asked:

what about

warriors of Valor as

have secured several entry points... the next cohorts we send will survive, honoring

His uncle finally spoke:

to prepare. Once we return to the siege capital, I will personally transport you to the desert. You must succeed at any cost. If my niece does not object, of

the urge to

His sister smiled.

she look so much like

Warren has a sharp blade, and his comrades are the same. They will bring clan

'Oh... well said...'

a bright smile, Mordret put an expression of zealous devotion on his stolen face and a pinch of exhilaration into

Morgan! Sir Madoc... we won't let

pride, he struggled against the desire to rip

Sister, Uncle... let's meet again

spent pretending to be a loyal warrior of Valor both in Antarctica and Bastion... that was another hardship of taking an Awakened body. He was not free

Citadel, but doing so would reveal his true identity, of course. Well... spending time in his family castle was interesting, too. Even if being

made him vulnerable. Not only was Mordret's own power as a Master restrained, but the meager powers Warren possessed were not nearly

body of a Master, or even a Saint, would have been much safer. However, that was exactly what his family was expecting, so settling for a powerless Awakened was a form of camouflage in

would have even worn a mundane person, but such a vessel was not in

any kind of

had spent as

playing the role

hatch of the vehicle and cleared his throat,

Fallen, Ascended Sunless. Lady Morgan is inviting you to join her in the head vehicle at your

familiar faces emerged from the

a bit. His sullen disposition seemed to have turned more reserved, but at the same time much darker. Mordret had to hold himself

waif somehow

strangely fond of the prickly Shadow. Sunless was such an interesting fellow... and a Divine Aspect

of what had happened in the Ivory City, he also

in the crimes of the Domains,