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.

enchanted weapons aimed at the mirror

entered the courtyard and stopped, looking at the bizarre scene with a reserved expression. Sunny had appeared from the shadows, too, keeping out of sight as he

that

slid across the faces of everyone gathered in the courtyard - the mundane soldiers and Awakened

right now, somewhere, enjoying their

reflection tilted its head a little, the

dare you wear that face, you

face was a mask of

mirror creature failed to reflect her expression. Instead, it smiled pleasantly, then bowed, and gently

reflection opened its mouth and spoke,

present... for my

its smile

soon. I missed... you

warriors to trace with their naked

to see a tremendously destructive fight. He even prepared to retreat... but, to his surprise, the dire

was not because Morgan revealed one of her hidden trump cards, and neither was it because Madoc intervened.

Morgan's sword pierced the breastplate of the

perfect copy of her face slowly crumble

like that, one of Mordret's Reflections

Sunny's frown

a message. What message could

anyone noticing was a message in and of itself. It was as if Mordret was mocking his family, pointing out that no amount of

destroyed was a message, too.

message was the black

sister. Come

was

However...