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

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

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

His uncle finally spoke:

phase of the conflict. Warren... tell your men to prepare. Once we return to the siege capital,

the

His sister smiled.

much like him?

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

'Oh... well said...'

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

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

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

Uncle... let's meet again

to be a loyal warrior of Valor both in

of course. Well... spending time in his family castle was interesting, too. Even if being within his father's Domain was dangerous. He was forced to

made him vulnerable. Not only was Mordret's own power as

even 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 and

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

any kind of body

spent as a disembodied reflection while

time, Mordret was playing the role of a

the vehicle and

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

familiar faces emerged from

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

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

strangely fond of the prickly Shadow. Sunless was such an interesting

apart because of what had happened in

in the crimes of the