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...'

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 not bleeding nearly as heavily as she was

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

strength and dashed forward with a furious growl. Her sword flashed,

his torso slightly, allowing the sharp edge to cut into his clavicle instead of his neck, endured the blinding flash of pain, and drove his

she could do anything, he swung the bloodied stump of his right hand, hitting her in the temple with the torn edge of the

long sigh escaped from

losing. The titanic worm was battered and mutilated, but three out of the four of his Reflections had

harrowing battle against Beastmaster. Silent Stalker and Summer Knight were still fighting, both stubbornly refusing to admit defeat. At this rate, both of them would perish,

Sir Gilead seemed to be failing against one of Nether's children that Sunless had somehow made his. The scoundrel himself,

Fang is dead? Sunless and the Dreamspawn killed a Saint?' This was a terrible, disastrous

with a cruel strike of

but Mordret liked it more that way. It was much more sincere. Much more honest. Why

several more times, and each time, Mordret was on the losing end of the exchange. ...Until he wasn't. At some point, somehow, almost

how terribly Morgan hurt him, Mordret was unshaken. His one remaining

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struck the ground

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