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:

news... what about the rest

the deaths of fellow warriors of Valor as he hoped that their deaths

However, now that we have

His uncle finally spoke:

of the conflict. Warren... tell your men to prepare. Once we return to the siege capital, I will personally transport you to the

held back the urge to

His sister smiled.

she look so much like him? It was

his comrades are the same. They

'Oh... well said...'

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

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

against the desire to rip them apart and turned

Uncle... let's meet again

Mordret continued to play the role of Squire Warren faithfully. He had communicated with Seishan through the mirrors, but other than that, his time was spent pretending to be a loyal

the great Citadel, but doing so would reveal his true identity, of course. Well... spending time in

Not only was Mordret's own power as a Master restrained, but the meager

body of a Master, or even a Saint, would have been much safer. However, that was exactly what his

even worn a mundane person, but such a vessel was

any kind of body

he had spent as a disembodied reflection while walking to a

Mordret was playing

politely on the hatch of the vehicle

Song of the Fallen, Ascended Sunless. Lady Morgan is inviting you to join her in

couple of familiar faces emerged

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

little waif somehow managed to survive. Sunless had even ruined his

prickly Shadow. Sunless was

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

bystander in the