Shadow Slave

1517 Supernova

On the crumbling streets of Twilight, a grotesque Nightmare Creature was mauling another with its fangs, while a rain of swords and spears fell on its tough hide. Each strike caused streams of fetid blood to pour out of ghastly wounds, but the abominations paid it no attention.

'Ah… it hurts.'

Mordret, who had taken the body of the Nightmare Creature, was not having a great time. Not only was he being cut and mangled by the vessels of the impostor, but it was also getting hard to breathe. The air was full of smoke, and the buildings around him had caught fire, at some point.

But he was so close…

Finally, the abominations he had been brutalizing shuddered and died. An ethereal stream of power flowed into his soul, and he fled into the reflections, escaping the cruel blades of the hollow vessels.

Appearing a few hundred meters away from the pursuing mob, he left the dying body of the battered Nightmare Creature and returned to his own. Before too long, a familiar pain tore apart his soul, forcing Mordret to groan.

'Why… does it have… to be so unpleasant?'

A new core was being born in the depths of his soul. He was becoming a Monster once again.

'This will give me some breathing room.'

The human flood was already surrounding him, seemingly endless. Mordret had only a few seconds of reprieve before the puppets of Soul Stealer would assault him again.

His perception spread far and wide, jumping between countless reflections to observe the world.

He saw Song of the Fallen, the blind witch.

He also saw a giant made of shadows wield a jade sword against a harrowing dragon… Sunless, the madman, was fighting against the Dread Lord.

Nightingale was there, as well, kneeling near a puddle of water.

At that moment, Mordret's eyes glistened, and a sinister thought entered his mind.

'Can I?'

He hesitated for a moment, unsure. But then, a dark smile twisted his lips.

'Well, even if I fail, it will at least be entertaining.'

Mordret moved, contemplating how much essence he had left. Reaching the distant fortress would be a challenge...

But then, he was distracted from these calculations.

That was because he saw something else.

Turning toward the heart of the city, Mordret froze for a moment.

His eyes widened slightly.

***

was slick with blood, and she felt weak. Her beautiful face was pale

"Go."

the hem of her red dress hovering above the cobblestones. She was

to flee. She dodged and evaded the Nightmare Creatures that lunged at her from the ruins, not bothering to retaliate. There

literally hanging from her neck, hidden in an iron locket. That locket pressed her

allow herself to make

'I must escape.'

she came to a halt in front of a devastated

staring at her with those eerie empty

her… were the broken gates of

was nowhere else to

let out a

and unsheathed the Quiet Dancer. The slender rapier glistened in the light of dawn, pointing at the approaching puppets of Soul

She gritted her teeth.

"Come, then."

'It's time.'

***

Twilight, Nephis finally reached the

more. It had collapsed, at some point, turning into

Lord was not here. Sunny was nowhere to be

She was late.

heavy sigh escaped from

of her, a dozen warriors stood motionlessly, surrounding a

for his mirror-like eyes, she would not have recognized Mordret of

the monster silently, an incandescent void shining through her

she took a step

of her skin. Even her sword was covered by a net of cracks, ready to shatter

She was tired.

"Found you."

surrounding him moved to meet her. At the same time, thousands upon

so many… but no matter how many she killed, the flood of bodies never ceased. It

'I…'

first figure reached her, summoning a

was already lunging from the side… the third, the fourth… she tried to block,

few moments later, her sword

wound after wound, she slowly,

She almost made it.

and the monstrous creature now… but those several meters

ground. She couldn't heal these wounds until the spears were gone, but those holding them had

them and held

ahead, she raised her head and looked at the

steps away, looking down at her with an empty gaze. His pale lips twisted into a

"Sis… ter…"