Shadow Slave
Chapter 1196
In the cacophony of the battle, obscured by roaring thunderclaps and the whisper of falling rain, two swords were creating a lethal melody of steel.
Mordret knew that he was weaker than his younger sister. He was slower, too, and not nearly as resilient. He was even less skilled, perhaps. His powers were formidable, but they were useless against her. The King of Swords had made sure of that. His soul cores had been spent on creating the Reflections, and those Reflections were being spent on holding back her army.
That army was also more powerful than the one on his side. Morgan had chosen the battlefield and lured the enemy into a trap. As a general, she had already succeeded.
But she was not only a cunning strategist. She was a brilliant warrior, too. Morgan was like an unstoppable blade. She had everything that a Princess of War was supposed to possess. She had power, talent, resolve, intelligence... she had the authority of their family, and its favor as well. While Mordret had nothing. He had always had nothing. And everything he had tried to make his was either destroyed or taken away.
However, despite all that...
He was not going to lose.
He was going to win.
"Die, you wretched thing!"
Their swords clashed, and even though Mordret had managed to read her intentions, he was still thrown back. His block was perfect, but it was not strong enough. He slid in the mud and let out a pained gasp. He was slightly dazed.
Rain was falling all around them like a grey wall, and every drop was a mirror. The world was reflected on itself myriads of times, and all those reflected worlds flooded his mind like a kaleidoscope of horror. Every gruesome death, every desperate call for help, every selfless act of courage, every cowardly wail of defeat were reflected, multiplied, and projected into his head. It helped him to orient himself better on the chaotic battlefield, but it was also...
'Ah. Annoying.'
This was why he didn't like rain.
Morgan was already closing in. Mordret grinned as he rose to face her.
There she was. A beautiful young woman in a suit of black armor, who looked so much like him. What did she know? She didn't know anything. She had been a mere child when their family decided to betray him. Not even a Sleeper. She had not been there when his original body was destroyed, or when he was locked in a cage like a beast...
Morgan was not among those he wanted to kill the most. But she was their symbol.
For Mordret, the young woman with a face that was eerily similar to his own symbolized the great clan Valor. She embodied everything that he wanted to destroy. And, so...
He was going to break her into pieces.
it was of no use - the strike turned out to be a feint. A moment later, sharp pain pierced the left side of
feeling blood flow down his
I lost an eye,
the flash of lightning, Morgan's
"Pathetic."
voice
smiled and raised his sword without saying
a subtle deception, an unexpected reversal... something like that. He was a
that there would be no tricks today. There was no point in destroying the symbol of Valor with a trick... there would
would not
defeat her with
after they had discarded him... Mordret was still
needed
Give it
laughter drowned in
Morgan obliged.
into one continuous, sonorous melody. They were too fast, too skilled. Neither could overpower the other, and those who got in their way could only flee and stare
inevitably, Morgan obliterated his
heart would have been pierced... oh, but he must have shaken her a fair bit.
missed his
through your
Not that he cared.
and grabbed Morgan by the neck. Her eyes widened, and
moving to block the potential strike of
to use it, Mordret simply headbutted her and felt her nose crack
Morgan staggered back.
painting the
"You vile... scum..."
his chest, scattered into a whirlwind of scarlet sparks. He couldn't help but stagger and let out a
back...
About Shadow Slave - Chapter 1196
Shadow Slave is the best current series of the author Guiltythree. With the below Chapter 1196 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 1196 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com