Shadow Slave

Six Reflections... six Transcendent Beasts. All assuming the shape of the Saints of the great clans.

Sunny felt cold as he looked at the smiling faces of the simulacrums. ...And Mordret's face. The rest of the emissaries seemed just as shaken as he was, even if some managed to hide their emotions better than others.

The representatives of Valor were, understandably, grim. Even Morgan's composure cracked for a split second, revealing a hint of weakness. Saint Cor's pale face grew even more ashen. But even the Saints of Song appeared startled by Mordret's unexpected show of power. It seemed that they did not know the extent of his abilities as well as they had thought they did.

For a few long moments, there was nothing but chilling silence. Then, Morgan spat, her voice full of contempt: "Am I... am I supposed to be impressed? What a... neat trick. Bravo."

Mordret's smile only widened.

It was at that moment that Wake of Ruin finally took a step forward and spoke: "Enough! What madness is this?"

The emissaries of the two clans looked at him with unfriendly expressions. Mordret did, too, and the six Reflections turned their heads in perfect synchronicity. The sight of them acting that way was deeply disturbing, especially since the mirror creatures wore familiar, smiling faces.

to have authority over your actions, Awakened of Song and Valor, but I am your elder. No matter what benefits you hope to receive from this battle, I know that your losses will be much greater. You know it too! This world of ours has withstood five decades of the Nightmare Spell, and your families rose from that chaos. The reason

of the great clans listen. Even Madoc, the oldest and most powerful among them,

"...This conflict won't be decided with words, Wake of Ruin.

You are the Legacy Clans, so act like it. Don't you have traditions and protocols for just these kinds of situations?

darkly at Madoc and Beastmaster, and then

warriors slaughtering each other. So many problems would go away if the damned great clans agreed with the proposal of Saint Cor. He was old and wise, after all. He had seen and survived more than any

Beastmaster were able to swallow their pride and agree to a compromise... However, Sunny just could not see Morgan backing off after being provoked by her brother. She had

she did... then, following the same logic... wouldn't it mean that Beastmaster had no reason to accept

out a small, almost unnoticeable sigh of relief and turned to the emissaries of Song. "Morgan of Valor