Shadow Slave

Chapter 1911 Untamed Chaos Morgan gazed at the ancient fortress below her. The Knights of Valor and the warriors of the Dagonet clan were preparing for battle — they had protected the river for decades, not letting a single abomination from the Stormsea reach the Mirror Lake.

Of course, the best of them were in Godgrave now... and the guest who had come from the sea this time was a much more dreadful creature than the abominable dwellers of. the depths.

She winced.

The river passed the series of great locks and flowed south, disappearing beyond the horizon. The Stormsea was somewhere out there, as well, a few days away. In truth, Morgan did not need to destroy Rivergate...

Because it was already doomed.

The warriors crowding the walls of the fortress did not know it, and the six Saints she had recruited did not know it either. But in truth, there was no way to stop her brother here. He would destroy Rivergate himself — everything except for the Gateway — and unleash the caged river, washing away all signs of the destructive battle.

The warriors would die. The civilians living in the young city that had grown upstream of Rivergate would most likely become collateral damage in the Transcendent clash.

Morgan's goal here was not to save the ancestral home of clan Dagonet, but to get a measure of the enemy's strength, and hopefully destroy a couple of his Transcendent vessels.

Still, still...

Fighting a losing battle did not feel pleasant.

Morgan had inherited the lineage of War God. and so, she was often called the Princess ofWar. She had been fighting against Nightmare Creatures since before she was an Awakened — in fact, Morgan had barely finished middle school when she was sent into an arena to face a Dormant Beast for the first time.

Her First Nightmare had been a ruthless one, and she had undergone the trial of the winter solstice like any ordinary Sleeper would. As an Awakened, she led countless warriors into battles to protect the lands controlled by her father, as well as various cities in the waking world.

She had conquered the Second Nightmare without losing a single member of her cohort, and excelled in every duty entrusted to her as a Master...

Until Antarctica.

In the four years since, Morgan‘s renown had only grown. She had challenged the Third Nightmare alone, attained Transcendence, and took her rightful place as the general of the Valor army.

governed the powerful war machine of the Sword Domain, making sure

called her

had no idea about what that word really meant. In truth, there was no strategy to a war of

There was only chaos.

battlefield where Saints and Devils fought, chaos reigned supreme. There were too many strange Aspects, too many bizarre powers, too inconceivable variables. Most lessons taught by the history of warfare

could do was rein in the chaos, tame it,

...Take Rivergate, for example.

fortress — one that should have

it matter if the enemy possessed the Ability to connect two reflections through his small, personal Mirror

walls were preparing to repel an attack from the south, the siege weapons were aimed downstream, and even Morgan herself was looking there.

just bypass Rivergate entirely and go

Only he wouldn't.

Morgan was here, taming

traps his father and Clan Valor had set up for him there. So, he would not attack it recklessly — conquering the Great Citadel was

Morgan behind

would simply go south and take the Night Garden,

the cities of the Sword Domain situated further inland — not only would he have to surrender the Citadels of the Stormsea to

it ashore, turning it into an almost irresistible

all, Mordret — that thing pretending to be her brother — was an heir of War, as well, no matter how much her

to tame

the two of them, the one who could do it better would survive, and the other

'Funny.‘

enjoying

had died giving birth to her, and her father was a distant presence at best — he was more of a teacher than a parent, full of demanding expectation, but

Valor. But there was a distance between her and the members of branch families, as well as the children from the vassal clans. Growing up, the closest thing

had not

the brother she did not