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

pretended to be grief-stricken by the deaths of fellow warriors of Valor as

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

His uncle finally spoke:

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 not object,

held back the

His sister smiled.

much like him?

and his

'Oh... well said...'

zealous devotion on his

honor me, Lady Morgan! Sir Madoc...

the desire to rip them apart and

let's meet

faithfully. He had communicated with Seishan through the mirrors, but other than that, his time was spent pretending to be a loyal warrior of Valor both in Antarctica and Bastion... that was another hardship of taking an Awakened body.

the tether that connected Warren to the great Citadel, but doing so would reveal his true identity, of course. Well... spending time

was Mordret's own power as a Master restrained, but the meager powers

been much safer. However, that was exactly what his family was expecting, so settling for a powerless Awakened was a form of camouflage in and

a mundane person, but such a vessel was

having any kind

reluctantly remembered the long years he had spent as a disembodied

time, Mordret was playing the

the hatch of the

Lady Morgan is inviting you to join her

familiar faces

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

kill him on several occasions, the devious little waif somehow managed to survive.

strangely fond of the prickly Shadow. Sunless was such an interesting fellow... and a Divine Aspect holder, no

apart because of what had happened in the Ivory City, he also felt

was a bystander in the