Shadow Slave

'Now this... is interesting.'

Sunny was stealthily making his way to the isolated inner courtyard of the port fortress. His shadows were on the move, too...

The one who had been observing the battle against the horde of Nightmare Creatures was flying across the battered surface of the wall, not paying any attention to the flashes of firing armaments. The one who had been hiding among the refugees had left them behind, approaching the courtyard from the other direction.

The one that had been spying on Morgan hid itself within Cassie's shadow, and the one that had been following Nephis remained within hers.

Currently, all of them were converging on a single point.

In the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by a wide ring of empty space, a long figure stood as numerous soldiers and Awakened aimed their weapons at it.

Intricate armor of black steel, a beautiful face framed by curls of raven-black hair... and vivid, vibrant vermilion eyes.

It was... Morgan.

'Don't tell me...'

As the real Morgan emerged from the gates of the stronghold in the company of Madoc and Cassie, the soldiers that were aiming at the invader looked at her with wide eyes.

They must have realized that the creature standing in front of them was not the real Princess of War... and yet, seeing the two identical young women stare at each other was an eerie experience.

The real Morgan gritted her teeth in contempt.

...The reflection perfectly mirrored her expression.

And that was what the lone figure was - a creature created by Mordret from a piece of his soul, similar to how he had created the Mirror Beast.

The real Morgan's hand rested on the hilt of her sword, but the reflection was holding a black lacquered box in its, instead.

aimed at the mirror

Sunny had appeared from the shadows,

that

- the mundane soldiers and Awakened retainers of Valor, a few Knights, Nephis,

right now, somewhere, enjoying their

the reflection tilted its head a little, the

you wear that face, you vile

face was a mask

creature failed to reflect her expression. Instead, it smiled pleasantly,

opened its mouth and spoke, its

present... for my dear

its smile widened a

missed...

Morgan, she suddenly disappeared from where she had stood. Her speed was too great for the mundane soldiers and the Awakened warriors to trace with their naked eyes,

Sunny expected to see a tremendously destructive fight. He even

of her hidden trump cards, and neither was it because Madoc intervened. Instead, it was simply because the reflection did not even

stood there, smiling pleasantly, as Morgan's sword pierced the breastplate of the

on the skin of the reflection. Morgan's eyes widened slightly as she watched the perfect copy of her face slowly crumble into a rain of glass shards, which then disappeared

one of Mordret's Reflections

frown

to deliver a message. What message

of the Reflection to appear in the very heart of one of Valor's strongholds without anyone noticing was a message in and of itself. It was as if Mordret was mocking his family, pointing out that no amount

be destroyed was a message, too. Mordret was hinting that this

of course, the actual message was the black lacquered box and the

sister. Come

was one immaculate

However...