Shadow Slave

Chapter 1912 Self-Reflection It wasn't easy to evacuate an entire city in the span of a day, even if it was many times smaller than Bastion. Luckily, Morgan had Nightingale with her — with his commanding voice, everything went smoothly and swiftly.

The warriors defending the fortress were reluctant to leave their post, but they did not dare to disobey her. The members of the Dagonet clan were even more reluctant to abandon their Citadel without a battle, but Morgan persuaded them without too much trouble. They were mostly non-combatants, anyway — the true strength of the clan was far north, fighting in Godgrave.

The rest knew that they would be of no real help in the clash against the banished prince of Valor.

By the time the sun started to roll toward the horizon, Rivergate had grown eerily quiet. Now, only the seven Saints remained in the ancient fortress, calmly preparing for battle. The Saints from the House of Night were grim and full of murderous desire for vengeance... the three government Saints were strangely nonchalant.

Or maybe not so strangely. Two of them were the survivors of the Forgotten Shore, after all, while the third was Soul Reaper Jet — Morgan wasn't even sure if it was possible for them to lose composure.

'Like Nephis.‘

Morgan briefly contemplated destroying the Gateway of Rivergate, but then discarded that idea. It would not mean much for the war, anyway — not in the long run, at least. The infrastructure of the Sword Domain would suffer greatly, though, and it would be hard to rebuild after the war was over.

If there would be anyone left to rebuild, that was.

"Death! Death!"

Morgan stared at the annoying crow that seemed to always follow Soul Reaper around with displeasure.

She scowled slightly.

"What are you saying, stupid bird?"

The crow stared back at her, then fluttered its wings in the air.

"Bird! Bird!"

Morgan sighed and shook her head. What was she doing talking to an Echo? Finally, their preparations were complete. She threw one last glance at the river, which shone beautifully in the radiance of a blazing sunset, and took a canteen of water off her belt.

lid, Morgan took a sip of water, then poured the rest on the paved surface of

she could see her reflection in the puddle, surrounded by the reflections of the

Then, her reflection smiled.

And spoke.

has been awhile, my

reeled back, but those of them from the House of Night visibly paled... even Saint Aether, who used to the ideal of composure and decorum in the past,

paying the young man any

save your sorry skin? And right after giving the big speech about how uncompromising your desire to see me dead was,

Her reflection laughed.

You floundering in the dirt, too weak to stand up... I

like

meanwhile, pretended to

sister. I would have rather expected you to string every man and woman living there on the fortress walls, to serve as padding.

The reflection smiled pleasantly.

going after the boats first, and then returning

met his smile with one of her

the Night Garden into the shore because of some devious plan, or simply because you couldn't properly

that moment, Soul

you really just going

shifted its gaze to the

warms my heart to see you again, my old comrades. Naeve, Bloodwave, and Aether too. I cherish the memories of conquering Nightmares and battling the Stormsea side

coldly, then uttered through gritted teeth:

smile slowly draining away. Eventually,

her own face wearing it was a

again, this time not bothering to put

This is between me and the Great Clan Valor — a family affair, if you will. So, I'll give you a