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.

then poured the rest on the paved surface

she could see her reflection in the puddle,

Then, her reflection smiled.

And spoke.

awhile, my

the Saints 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

not paying the young

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

Her reflection laughed.

the dirt, too weak

feeling of shame cutting her like a blade. Mordret

meanwhile, pretended

you, my dear sister. I would have rather expected you to string every man and woman living there on the fortress walls, to serve as padding. That would be more in line with

The reflection smiled pleasantly.

stopping me from going after the boats first, and then returning here to

his smile with

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

moment,

you really just going to trade

gaze to the three government

Athena... it warms my heart to see you again, my old comrades. Naeve, Bloodwave, and Aether too. I cherish

Naeve stared at the reflection coldly, then uttered through

reflection remained silent for a few moments, its smile slowly draining away. Eventually, it stared

her own face wearing it was a little disturbing, even for

not bothering to put on a

have nothing to do with this. This is between me and the Great Clan Valor — a family affair, if you will. So, I'll give you