Shadow Slave

Sunny did not show any outward reaction — the Lord of Shadows was not someone who would be agitated by a mere mention of the Princess of War, after all.

Internally, though, he was troubled.

«Morgan…»

His relationship with Morgan of Valor was not very deep, but it was rather impactful. From their first meeting in the arena of the Dream Tournament, to his brief stint as her sparring partner, to the hellish journey across the Nightmare Desert… he couldn't say that he hated her a lot, but he also couldn't say that there was any sympathy between them.

First and foremost, Morgan represented the Great Clans in his mind. Not only their callousness, but also their dread and might. As such, he could never quite perceive her as an individual… which was, perhaps, a little unfair, but also understandable.

There had been a time when Morgan represented the pinnacle of power in his mind…

That time was long gone.

By now, Sunny was confident that he was superior to her in all but a few aspects.

Morgan did possess a diabolical talent for warfare and strategy… the cruel stratagem she had pulled off in Antarctica would have decimated the forces of Song, costing the Queen of Worms several of her most cherished daughters and the chance to claim the Tomb of Ariel — if not for the sudden arrival of the Nightmare Gates, of course.

And that was despite Mordret scheming to ruin Varor behind the scenes.

However, that was not what troubled Sunny. What troubled him was that he did not know the current Morgan at all.

The old Morgan was dangerous, but familiar, like a sharp sword. The new Morgan was a stranger. There were rumors that she had changed a lot after suffering a defeat at the hands of her brother, and the mystery surrounding her Third Nightmare did not help.

Someone cunning and unfamiliar was the exact kind of person he would have preferred to avoid.

However, there was no avoiding her now.

Sighing quietly, Sunny followed Nephis into a lavish building.

him to the heavily guarded compound of

out of place when a dapper maître d' led them to a private booth on the lowest underground level of the luxurious establishment. He caught a few

as much as

and acted as if it was

that the way

work of art, with tasteful decor and softly

the dangerous presence of the woman

some things never change, I

like the fashionable leather gloves she wore on her hands. Her raven-black hair only made her alabaster skin look paler, and there were only three flashes of vibrant color about her — her ruby cufflinks, her red lips, and her daunting

been in the past. The luxurious chamber was permeated by a sense

was something that he could not quite put into words. Morgan seemed… different, somehow. Whether it was her sharp gaze or elegant demeanor, everything about her seemed the same, but also

she had just matured… perhaps it

harder to only perceive Morgan as an extension of Clan

up

Sunny was staring at her silently, she put down

looked cold

are here, sister.

Nephis simply nodded.

my older sister, Princess Morgan of Valor.

behind the mask, Sunny studied them

did not look like sisters. In fact, with one dressed in white, and the other in black, they looked as if someone had consciously attempted to create two

looked at him

the hermit Saint of Godrave. I've heard a lot about you, Lord of Shadows. It is a pleasure to finally meet

smile widened

tilted his head, then walked over to the table and pulled out a chair for Nephis. Once she

Lady Morgan. I've heard a lot about you,

She raised an eyebrow.

Only good things,