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:

good news... what about the rest

be grief-stricken by the deaths of fellow warriors of Valor as he hoped that their deaths were slow, gruesome,

forced to enter the Seeds, my lady. However, now that we have secured several entry points... the next cohorts

His uncle finally spoke:

most important thing right now is to reinforce Shtad. His mission might very well decide the outcome of this phase of the conflict. Warren... tell your men 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

the urge

His sister smiled.

did she look so much like him? It was

sharp blade, and his comrades are the same. They will bring

'Oh... well said...'

on his

me, Lady Morgan! Sir Madoc... we won't

the desire to rip them

let's meet again

other than that, his time was spent pretending to be a loyal warrior of

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

Mordret's own

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

person, but such a vessel was

having any kind of body

the long years he had spent as a disembodied

playing the

the vehicle and cleared his throat, then

is inviting you to join

of familiar faces emerged

His sullen disposition seemed to have turned more reserved, but at the

guy... even though Mordret had tried to kill him on several occasions, the devious little waif somehow managed to survive. Sunless had

Shadow. Sunless was such an interesting fellow... and a Divine Aspect holder, no

man apart because of what had happened in the Ivory City,

in the crimes of the Domains, after