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:

about the

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

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

His uncle finally spoke:

this phase of the conflict. Warren... tell your men to prepare. Once we return

the urge

His sister smiled.

like him? It was a

Warren has a sharp blade, and his

'Oh... well said...'

expression of zealous devotion on his stolen face and

me, Lady Morgan! Sir

with pride, he struggled against the desire to rip them

Sister, Uncle... let's meet

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

the tether that connected Warren to the great Citadel, but doing so would reveal his true identity, of course. Well... spending time in his family castle was interesting, too. Even if being within his

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

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

such a vessel was not in

having any kind

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

was playing the role of

politely on the hatch of the vehicle and cleared his

inviting you to join her in the head vehicle

faces emerged

more reserved, but at the same time much darker. Mordret had to

occasions, the devious little waif somehow managed to survive.

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

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

in the crimes of the Domains,