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:

some good news... what about the rest of the

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

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

His uncle finally spoke:

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

the urge to

His sister smiled.

like him?

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

'Oh... well said...'

on his stolen

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

with pride, he struggled against the desire to rip them apart and turned

Uncle... let's

than that, his time was spent pretending to be a loyal warrior of Valor both in

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

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

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

but such a vessel was not in line with his

any kind of body is

long years he had spent as a disembodied reflection while walking to a particular

Mordret was playing

on the hatch of the vehicle and cleared

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

faces emerged from

a bit. His sullen disposition seemed to have turned more reserved, but at

several occasions, the devious little waif somehow managed to survive. Sunless had even

was strangely fond of the prickly Shadow. Sunless was such

really wanted to rip the young man apart because of what had happened in the

a bystander in the