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

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

lady. However, now that we have secured

His uncle finally spoke:

Shtad. His mission might very well decide the outcome of this phase of the conflict. Warren... tell your men to prepare. Once

back the urge

His sister smiled.

she look so much like

sharp blade, and his comrades are the same.

'Oh... well said...'

on his stolen face and a pinch of exhilaration into his stolen

Sir Madoc... we

struggled against the desire to rip them apart

let's meet

few days passed. 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 warrior of Valor both in Antarctica and

Well... spending time in his family castle was interesting, too. Even if being within his father's Domain was

only was Mordret's own power as a Master restrained, but the meager powers Warren possessed were

exactly what his family was expecting, so settling for a powerless Awakened was a form

worn a mundane person, but such a vessel was not in line

having any kind

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

was playing the role

the vehicle and cleared his throat,

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

faces emerged

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

even though Mordret had tried to kill him on several occasions, the devious little waif somehow

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

to rip the young man apart because of what

a bystander in the crimes of