Shadow Slave
Chapter 1201
Under the relentless onslaught of rain, blood was being washed off the shattered armor of a beautiful young woman with black hair and vermilion eyes. She swayed, trying to lash out with her cracked sword, but slipped in the mud and fell heavily to one knee.
Her breathing was hoarse, and her lips were painted crimson with blood. Mordret looked much worse than his sister. One of his eyes was gone, turning his face into a grotesque mask. So was one of his hands. His armor was on the verge of collapsing into a whirlwind of sparks, and terrible wounds covered his body, revealing flesh and bone.
And yet, his expression was calm.
'Ah... it hurts... I haven't felt pain like that in a long, long time...'
He was growing weak because of blood loss, his vision turning blurry. But he was so close to his goal... after long, excruciating years, the first true taste of his revenge was so near. So, Mordret took a step forward, and then another. His sword rose. His hand was firm and unshaken.
Morgan looked up at him, and the look in her eyes was sweeter than nectar. Confusion, indignation... and hidden behind them, a hint of fear.
"How... how are you still standing, monster..."
Mordret smiled.
'Barely...'
yet. He knew that his sister was just trying to buy time. Using one of the enchantments absorbed by her body, she was trying to heal herself - her wounds were already closing, and she was
save her, though. Morgan might have been able to heal herself, but she couldn't replenish her essence, her focus, and her stamina. She was tired, and that fatigue was only going to get worse. It was going to seep into her bones and
little remained of her strength and dashed forward with a furious growl. Her
of his neck, endured
of his right hand, hitting her in the temple with
sigh escaped from his lips.
Song... was losing. The titanic worm was battered and mutilated, but three out of the four of
his harrowing battle against Beastmaster. Silent Stalker and Summer Knight were still fighting, both stubbornly refusing to admit defeat. At this
one of Nether's children that Sunless had somehow made his. The scoundrel
weak and tired to do that. '...Dire Fang is dead? Sunless and the Dreamspawn killed a Saint?' This was a terrible, disastrous piece of news, but he couldn't help but feel... impressed.
again with a cruel strike of his
simply a brutal, graceless, vicious brawl... but Mordret liked it
of the exchange. ...Until he wasn't. At some point, somehow, almost unexplainably, he gained the initiative in this
had accumulated, no matter how terribly Morgan hurt him, Mordret was unshaken. His one remaining eye glimmered, reflecting her dwindling confidence. And then,
the continuation of the
she struck the
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