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Chapter 1974: Lost Time

Rain hesitated, trying to formulate her question better.

"I mean... are you a human? A spirit? Some strange apparition that enjoys cooking, terrifying vast armies of Awakened, and educating young maidens? And don't you dare say that you are just a shadow! What does that even mean?"

Her teacher stared at her for a few moments.

"Well... a shadow is the dark area that appears when an object blocks the source of light..."

Rain clenched her fists.

"That's not what I was asking!”

He laughed, then commanded the shadows to rise from the floor and manifest into another - much less comfortable, from the looks of it - chair.

Sitting down, her teacher shrugged.

"What are you even talking about? I am just a human Saint."

Rain shook her head energetically.

"No! I've met Saints, and there are no human Saints like you. You never sleep, never eat, live in the shadows, and go around slaying Skinwalker vessels as if they were children. You even know how to guide a person to Awakening without infecting them with the Spell. And that is just one-seventh of you!"

He hesitated for a little while.

"Well, alright. I'm not... just... a human Saint. I am quite special, as far as human Saints go."

Leaning back, he smiled.

"In fact, there is no one else like me. As far as I know, there are two other Transcendent humans who can rival my power. However, I am unique even among them... because I am not a carrier of the Nightmare Spell anymore."

Rain blinked.

'A Saint... who is not a carrier of the Nightmare Spell?'

Anymore?

How was that possible?

Noticing her confused expression, her teacher chuckled.

"It's a long story - a story that spans thousands of years, actually, so forgive me if I don't go into detail. Suffice it to say, I met a very loathsome Cursed Terror in my Third Nightmare... and here I am."

He hesitated, and then added.

"My original body is someplace else. Unlike this incarnation, it does eat, sleep, and perform all the things that humans tend to do. The version of me that has been following you around, meanwhile, is one of my shadows. That is why I sometimes seem a bit weird, compared to normal humans."

Rain studied him silently.

'So that's how it is!'

She felt satisfied, because things were finally starting to make sense…

But, strangely enough... she also felt a little betrayed. Because her teacher had an entire other life - several of them, actually - that she knew nothing about.

Suddenly, something occurred to her.

"Teacher... if you are a human, then what is your name?"

He coughed.

"My name? Huh... well, if you must know, my name is Sunless. But people usually call me Sunny."

Rain stared at her for a few moments.

Then, she leaned back and laughed.

The laughter came on its own, and although she had tried, she failed to contain it.

"Oh... oh, sorry! It's just funny. Because people used to call me Rainy."

Sunny and Rainy... they were quite a pair, weren't they?

'No... I just can't call Teacher that way!'

Rain felt a strange warmth spread in her chest after finally learning his name. But, at the same time, it was very strange, to think about calling her teacher by such a mundane and human name she could at least imagine calling him Sunless, but "Sunny"...

'Nope. No way!'

Even if he really was a human, he had not deserved to be treated like one!

After everything he had put her through…

Rain spend some time in silence, digesting the earth - shattering revelations that had befallen her out of nowhere.

'He's the damn Lord of Shadows!'

Eventually, another thought suddenly flashed in her mind, and her expression changed.

'We are quite a pair?'

Now that she knew about the many incarnations of her teacher, she could understand why he was ruling a Citadel in Godgrave and serving the King of Swords. She could also understand why he had positioned himself close to Lady Nephis.

She could even understand why he would run a restaurant, somewhat.

In fact, out of all the lives her teacher had mentioned, only one wasn't making any sense.

This one. The life in which he followed a random mundane girl around, taught her how to survive and thrive in the dire world, and guided her on the Path of Ascension.

Why was this tremendously powerful Saint, someone who clearly aimed to exert influence on the flow of history, was wasting his time with her?

Rain was no one special. She was hardworking and talented, yes, but so were countless other people.

In fact...

Hadn't their first ever encounter been strange, to begin with?

Because even back then, in the nameless convenience store in NQSC, her teacher had already known her name.

Rain raised her head and looked at him intently.

"Teacher..."

He smiled faintly.

"Yes? Are you ready to take a look at those Memories? I've worked really hard on them, you know!"

Usually, Rain would have been mesmerized by the promise of receiving new Memories, but today, she did not even spare them a second thought.

Instead, she asked:

"Why did you offer to teach me?"

He stared at her silently for a few moments.

Then, her teacher scoffed.

"Haven't I told you? It's because I am your long - lost brother."

Rain sighed.

"And I told you that I would have remembered having a brother."

He studied her for a while without saying a word.

Then, he shrugged nonchalantly.

"Weren't you adopted?"

Rain nodded slowly, not knowing what that had to do with anything.

'Wait...'

Her teacher smiled.

"Well, I was your brother before that. There... you have my permission to drop the 'teacher' and start calling me 'older brother' instead."

Rain froze.

'Before... that?'

She had no memories from before she was adopted. After all, that happened when she was very young - three years old, at best.

Her parents had never made a secret of the fact that she was not their biological child, and had never treated her differently because of that. That was why Rain had never really felt a need to learn where she had come from...

However, she had tried to find out eventually. Her parents helped her, and her dad even pulled some strings at work.

But there was nothing to learn. There was no robust centralized database that contained the records of every person living in the outskirts - in fact, many of them had no digital trace whatsoever. They weren't citizens, and so, the government did not care to waste manpower on keeping records of them.

All they found out was that Rain's parents were both deceased, her mother passing away last due to illness - even that was only a rumor an orphanage worker heard from the person who had worked there before him.

And that was all.

She had been a little disappointed to have learned nothing, but not too much.

So why... why did Rain feel like she was forgetting something?

It was as if she had just thought about it, but the thought slipped away.

Looking at her teacher, she asked evenly:

"If you are really my brother... then where have you been? Where have you been all this time?"

His smile dimmed a little.

Strangely, Rain found it hard to focus on what he was about to say.

Her teacher lingered for a few moments, then looked away.

"Rotting in the outskirts, at first. And then... well. I can't really tell you, and you should not ask."

Rain looked at him, stunned.

He was not joking. He had not been joking, from the start.

She felt... some strange, inexplicable emotion rising in her heart.

She thought that she had never cared about her original family and about her past. But now, it seemed that she had been wrong.

Or maybe she had simply forgotten.

Looking at the young man sitting in front of her...

The familiar, insufferable, whimsical, caring, strong, funny, unreliable, dependable man who had been her companion, confidant, teacher, and protector for the last four years...

Rain took a shaky breath.

Then, she said tentatively:

"B... brother?"

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    OG-Buddha
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    Nah he is getting Ws after Ws this isn't good, even though he is fateless some balancing will probably be done, hopefully nobody I care about dies
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    pedriito11
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    Too much happiness, something bad has to happen
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    Disarmed
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    ООоо я плачу....
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    BeanJohnson
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    Finally.... Sunny has a family again joy blushed 12
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    Doktor Faust
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    In my feels bro, good for you sunny
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    Edrick Sars
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    Quote: kollosus_na
    I'm. Not. Crying.

    I'm not.

    There are ninjas cutting onions behind my chair, is all.



    Dude… you got me on the damm floor. 😂🤣💔
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    Finally!!! HUH!!!!!
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    kollosus_na
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    I'm. Not. Crying.

    I'm not.

    There are ninjas cutting onions behind my chair, is all.
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      Dao of space
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      I was crying and then I read this and started laughing 😂
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      Jjjjjjjjjjjjj
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      Glee Boi
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      I was laughing and then I read this and started crying 😭
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    Mais uns 300 capítulos essa página chega a ap lendário capítulo 1 de MVS
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    ZEXOS
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    1981. Disillusionment


    There was no way to defend Bastion from the Prince of Nothing — not the city on the shores of the Mirror Lake, certainly, and most likely not even the castle itself. As a strategist, Morgan was quite adept at evaluating both the strength of the enemy and that of her own — therefore, she knew that her side was lacking. Achieving victory did not seem like a realistic outcome.

    It was very likely that she had not been sent here to achieve victory, to begin with. Buying her father enough time to defeat Ki Song seemed far more likely of a purpose.

    So, Morgan had done two things after returning to Bastion from Rivergate.

    First, she had claimed the Citadel for herself to gain control over it.

    Second, she went to a vast underground chamber hidden deep below the castle, in the heart of a stone maze very few people knew existed, and even fewer still were allowed to enter.

    There, a great mirror stood, towering above the floor at dozens of meters in height.

    Its frame was composed of two immense stone pillars, and it was covered entirely by black cloth, reflecting nothing.

    Morgan hesitated for a few moments, then took a deep breath and pulled the cloth down.

    It flowed to the floor like a black waterfall, revealing the dark edifice of the ancient mirror.

    The vast underground chamber was drowning in darkness, so one would have expected to see nothing reflecting in the great mirror. However, instead, pale moonlight poured out of it, illuminating Morgan's pale face.

    Inside the mirror, a devastated version of Bastion seemed to be drifting in the beautiful night sky. Countless stars shone on the surface of the still water, made pale and bleak by the radiant shards of the broken moon. Dreadful beings hid in the cold lake, and there was no city on the distant shore. Instead, an ancient forest stood where the city should have been, teeming with harrowing beasts.

    That was the true face of Bastion.

    And, unlike the illusory one humans of the waking world had inhabited, it was a place that Morgan could defend.

    So, taking another breath, she closed her eyes, concentrated on her connection to the Great Citadel...

    And made reality and illusion switch places.

    Soon, a sunlit city that sprawled on the shore of a beautiful lake was reflecting in the dark mirror, instead, seen from the walls of an immense and magnificent castle. She sighed, gritted her teeth tightly, and used her authority over the Citadel to break free of the illusion.

    A moment later, Morgan disappeared from the underground chamber and found herself standing in a ruined hall with a tall dais and crumbled dome. There was no sunlight here, but the eerie scene was bathed in moonlight.

    The world was in the embrace of a foreboding night.

    The castle was a ruin, and the still lake was surrounded by a pristine wild forest.

    This was what lay in the heart of the Sword Domain now. The Bastion that people knew was safely hidden in the dark mirror, and the true face of this land was revealed to the Dream Realm once more.

    The citizens of Bastion were safe... but the same could not be said about the rest of the Sword Domain. The human cities depended on each other, after all, and they especially depended on the capital - the place where the Dream Gate had stood before being summoned to Godgrave instead.

    There were merchant caravans, exploration parties, patrolling warriors, and the like traveling to or from Bastion. Now, they had nowhere to go or return to. Worse than that, there was now a dire and perilous region of untamed wilderness in the heart of the Sword Domain, one far more dangerous than any of the surrounding lands.

    The closest human Citadel to Bastion, Rivergate, had already fallen - but the rest of them would have to mobilize all their forces to avoid disaster.

    Luckily, there was Nightingale.

    Morgan had sent word to the people who ruled the Citadels in the absence of the Transcendent champions in advance, and she had also sent Saint Kai to scour the surrounding land and warn the travelers of danger. With his ability to fly, inhuman sight, and stunning speed, most tragedies could be avoided... hopefully.

    Of course, she had no doubt that her dear brother would anticipate that decision and set up an ambush for the charming Saint. But Nightingale was quite a fearsome being... Morgan had faith that he would complete his mission alive, especially after being warned about the danger.

    But even if there was no way to warn the rest of the Sword Domain about unleashing true Bastion from the mirror, it still had to be done.

    Morgan had several reasons to summon it back to reality.

    First and foremost, of course, was protecting the populous city... or rather, preventing her brother from using it as a hostage. Now that the city was replaced by the dark expanse of an abominable forest, Morgan could concentrate on defending only the ruined castle and use the lake to her advantage.

    Naturally, it would have been much better if Mordret had not taken the entire House of Night as his vessels, in that regard. But there were creatures in that lake that would give even Transcendent Nightwalkers pause, not to mention that Morgan had Naeve, Aether, and Bloodwave by her side.

    Both of them had come prepared for the battle for the Mirror Lake.

    The second advantage was the forest itself, which was no less dreadful than the depths of the lake. Her brother would have to launch his siege from there, suffering the full brunt of the fury of the powerful Nightmare Creatures inhabiting the nebulous dark expanse.

    Sadly, that was actually a sword that cut both ways.

    On one hand, Mordret would have to protect himself and his vessels from those abominations without rest, which would slowly drain his power.

    On the other hand, the forest would also present him a nearly inexhaustible supply of bodies to take, and the same Nightmare Creatures could become the cannon fodder he sent to ground the strength of the defenders of the castle down.

    A lot of blood was going to spill... which Morgan welcomed.

    The more chaos there was, the more opportunities to exploit it she would find.

    The final advantage...

    Introduced the most chaos, by far.

    It was also the most vital, and the most dangerous of the three.

    Both to Mordret and to herself.

    That advantage...

    Were the Others.
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      1982. Open Invitation


      There were no mirrors in true Bastion. Even the Great Mirror Morgan had used to switch the illusory realm with reality only existed within the illusion.

      And that was for a good reason.

      The Others.

      Reflections had a mind of their own in true Bastion. There were strange, alien, and harrowing beings populating the mirrors here, and they could sometimes enter the real world uninvited.

      Morgan did not know the details, but she knew that her family had suffered greatly, and had paid dearly, for laying claim to the stronghold of the Demon of Imagination in the distant past.

      This topic was a taboo that not even the elders dared to discuss.

      All that she knew was that the Great Mirror had to be covered at all times, and that one had to be careful around reflective surfaces in true Bastion - especially the lake itself. There was a set of rules one had to follow here and a set of prohibitions one had to adhere to, lest they wanted to lose their lives and put the lives of others in danger.

      And yet, many of the elite Knights that had been allowed here still that had been allowed here still perished in chilling ways.

      Morgan herself was a bit different, because she had been forced to face and kill her own reflection not long after becoming an Awakened - her father had escorted her to the Great Mirror personally on that day, and watched the battle until it was over.

      That right of passage was... quite a memorable experience, for her.

      So, she purposefully left the Great Mirror uncovered today, inviting the Others to come.

      Obviously, that made the ruins of the ancient castle dreadfully dangerous for Morgan and her six Saints.

      But it was going to be far more dangerous for her brother, the Prince of Nothing, without a doubt.

      After all, most of his powers had to do with mirrors. He even carried a minor Mirror Domain in his soul something that made all attempts of defending a fortified position against him hopeless, since he could bypass almost any fortification easily by jumping between reflections.

      However...

      The true Bastion was one of the few places in the world - the only place, perhaps - where her brother's authority over reflections would not stay unopposed.

      The powerful Nightmare Creatures dwelling in the forest were a threat to him, but the eerie beings that dwelled on the other side of mirrors were infinitely more dangerous.

      After all, they could enter his domain, intercept him when he was jumping between reflections, feel his gaze when he spied through mirrors, and do many things that neither Morgan nor Mordret could even imagine.

      Her brother would have to contend against the real mirror wraiths here.

      That was the greatest obstacle that stood between him and conquering Bastion.

      Of course, there were a few others.

      Like the runic array that her father had carved into the ruins to protect them from the enemies of Clan Valor and from her monstrous brother in particular.

      Or the Sentinel Swords he had left behind.

      Or the insidious influence of the shattered moon, which almost no one knew about.

      That was the dire battlefield that Morgan had prepared to stack every possible advantage in her favor.

      The enemy was too strong, and so, she had to be both resourceful and willing to risk it all.

      Hopefully, that would be enough to stall her brother long enough for the Song Domain to fall...

      But, of course, Morgan wanted more than that. She had greater ambitions than merely serving as his foil.

      She wanted to win.

      She wanted to win and erase the shame of her pitiful loss in Antarctica, so that she did not have to think about it again, and feel fear ever again.

      ‘...You bastard.’

      Smiling darkly, Morgan ascended the crumbling wall of the ruined fortress and looked upon the moonlit lake.

      ***

      That had happened... ages ago.

      The events unfolded pretty much exactly as Morgan had anticipated, even though she would have loved to be mistaken for once.

      Not long after the real Bastion replaced its illusory twin, Mordret attacked from the depths of the dark forest.

      They did not know how much he was stifled by the presence of the Others, exactly, but his power was definitely diminished quite a lot compared to Rivergate — he seemed to be reluctant to use his powers often, as if wary of something, and his usual omniscience was replaced by doubt.

      Still, her brother was a fiend, and he definitely did not lack determination. That first battle was both intense and chilling, testing the very limits of their resolve and mental endurance.

      The Mirror Lake boiled as the three remaining Saints of the House of Night, the vessels of the Prince of Nothing, and the dreadful Nightmare Creatures that dwelled in the depths clashed with each other in a frenzied storm of violence. The water of the lake would have turned red if it wasn't painted black by the veil of night already, and tall waves assaulted its shore.

      The three government Saints and Morgan herself defended the four sides of the ruined fortress. The crumbling walls quaked and groaned, sometimes collapsing into piles of rubble, and the dark edifice of the broken keep towered above them like a gravestone.

      A squall of terrifying forces was unleashed, making Morgan feel a rare moment of relief at her decision to hide the illusory Bastion in the Great Mirror.

      If she hadn't, the collateral damage caused by the titanic battle among the civilian population of the city would have been incalculable.

      The first battle lasted for a while, but eventually, it became apparent that neither side would be able to achieve a sweeping victory. Of course, Morgan and her Saints were still inferior to the enemy in terms of pure numbers... which was a funny thing to say, considering that their enemy was a single man.

      Still, they had the advantage of being the defending side — and not only that, but being the defenders of a fortress designed specifically to protect the Valor family from its monstrous scion.

      Tied by the eerie threat of the Others and bound by the runic array carved into the walls of the ancient castle, Mordret could not rely on his bizarre powers and endless tricks. He was more or less limited to only using skill and brute strength to destroy them, and although his strength was not at all lacking, Morgan and her people were quite powerful themselves.

      In fact, some of them were the epitome of power.

      Morgan, the Princess of War. The chilling and beautiful wraith, Soul Reaper Jet, known and feared by most Awakened. Saint Athena, Raised by Wolves a bona fide war goddess who had led her warriors into a hopeless siege on the Forgotten Shore, and only gotten stronger and more heroic since then. Saint Kai, the Dragon Slayer...

      And three last Saints of a fallen Great Clan, who burned with the desire to avenge their kin.

      It was quite an epic battle. In fact, it was just the kind of battle that people would sing about centuries later... it was just a pity that no one was there to witness it, and tell the tale.

      Perhaps if Nightingale picked up the microphone once again…
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        1983. Besieged


        In any case, Mordret could not eradicate them without resorting to extreme measures that would not only put him at great risk, but also result in dire losses among his vessels.

        And it was not time yet for that.

        So, eventually, he chose to retreat.

        Watching the grotesque leviathans resurface and swim away, Morgan exhaled tiredly and leaned on her sword.

        They had not won, exactly... but had not lost, either.

        It was a reason to celebrate, and yet she was not in a festive mood.

        She knew that this first battle was merely the beginning.

        The battle for Bastion had not ended, it was just starting... of course, its nature would change after tonight's bloodshed.

        It would become a war of attrition.

        ...And it had.

        There had been many battles since then. Morgan and her Saints held the ruins of the castle, while Mordret settled in the forest. He had to battle the Nightmare Creatures dwelling there constantly — which was a boon for Morgan, since his vessels had already been damaged during the assaults on the ruins, and were now being worn down further by the endless onslaught of abominations.

        But it was also a curse, because the same Nightmare Creatures would be then taken by her brother and sent to wear the defenders of the castle down, in turn.

        If there was one mercy, it was that he seemed reluctant to control more bodies than he already controlled. Therefore, if the Nightmare Creatures attacked, the Transcendent vessels of the Prince of Nothing were absent, and vice versa.

        Morgan just hoped that her brother was being drained and ground to dust by having to survive all these soul duels, just like the rest of them were being slowly battered to the ground.

        Athena's prodigious strength and Nightingale's startling archery skill were of immense help in the battles against the taken forest dwellers, while Soul Reaper and the Saints of Night were indispensable when battling the human vessels of her brother.

        Morgan herself had long abandoned caution and went all- out in every battle as well. Her Aspect was both formidable and versatile, as was her Transcendent Ability. Therefore, she was a devastating presence on the battlefield no matter what enemies they faced.

        Somehow, they survived a week of the siege, and then another.

        In the process, her brother had attempted to sneakily circle around Bastion and stage an attack on the Citadels of the Sword Domain located deeper inland.

        In response, Morgan and Saint Kai launch an attack on Night Garden, almost managing to claim it before falling into a trap set for them there by Mordret.

        That trap was the being he had left to guard the beached Great Citadel... a single Reflection of his, Citadel... a single Reflection of his, which would not usually pose a real threat to two Saints as powerful as Morgan and Kai were...

        If not for the fact that this Reflection was a Supreme Titan.

        In the end, they did not manage to conquer the Night Garden, barely escaping with their lives. However, they did manage to dissuade Mordret from trying to move past Bastion without eliminating its defenders first.

        The siege continued, with both sides slowly studying the enemy and searching for a way to destroy them. It was intense, grueling, and often full of dread.

        However, the most dreadful part of it all was the Others.

        Morgan did not know how her brother, who was much more susceptible to their sinister influence, was managing to stay alive and sane. But it was definitely a challenge for her and her Saints.

        The Others were so eerie and frightening because they were alien, unknown, and unknowable. Their origin was a mystery, and so was their nature. Morgan did not even know if they were truly beings, in the full sense of that word, let alone living beings. The Others moved and acted like creatures that possessed will and even an eerie form of sentience, but she could not be sure.

        They could have been mere manifestations of some mysterious force or process that simply reflected what was in front of them, thus creating a false impression of intent and intelligence.

        The worst part of it all was that, unlike the Nightmare Creatures, the Others were not even necessarily malicious. The harrowing evil they perpetrated was nothing but a result of their inherently alien nature.

        These beings did not seem to know or be able to fathom the natural concepts like a person's desire to stay alive, the fear of pain, the terror of having one's body and soul stolen, maimed, torn apart, or consumed. At least that was the opinion that Morgan and her Saints shared now, after witnessing the Others, and even clashing with them, several times.

        But they simply could not be sure of anything, which made the sinister guests from the Mirror Real so much more frightening.

        On top of that, even fighting them was a dreadful ordeal, because the Others did not follow the conventions of power that both Awakened and the Nightmare Creatures shared.

        They were neither divine nor profane. They did not seem to possess Ranks and Classes. They were not beholden to a single Aspect or a set of unholy powers. Instead, they were entirely unfathomable and unpredictable, making every battle with them a chilling affair.

        Some of the Others were surprisingly weak, and were easily destroyed by the Saints. Some, however, possessed a harrowing power that made them utterly lethal, while their bizarre nature made obliterating them a dangerous and difficult undertaking.

        Morgan had almost lost Saint Aether that way during the early days of the siege... which would have been quite a disaster, considering that he was the closest thing she had to a healer.

        Luckily, the Nightwalker had survived in the end, even if his eyes seemed a little haunted to this day.

        'Poor guy.’

        Morgan herself had grown up knowing about the Others and brushing against the eerie mystery of their existence from time to time, so these dreadful encounters were nothing new to her.

        The government Saints were taking it surprisingly well, too, but the Saints of Night were rattled.

        'How much longer?'

        Letting out a sigh, she shivered in the cold, looked at her bloodied tunic in disgust, and walked toward the lake to take a plunge.

        ***

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          1984. Beneath the Surface


          The Mirror Lake hid unspeakable horrors, so very few people would have dared to bathe in it.

          But Morgan did not care.

          She had no choice but to come to this dark place, and for her, there was no escape from the war. The siege was not going to end any time soon, but she could at least endeavor to not spend the rest of it feeling dirty.

          It was her home, anyway.

          The black water was deceptively tranquil and still, reflecting the moonlit heavens. Stepping into it was like stepping into the night sky, and bathing in it was like bathing in stars.

          Enjoying the cold embrace of the lake, Morgan sighed in contentment and studied her reflection.

          It was important to know that her reflection was not doing anything strange, like tracing her movements with its gaze or trying to speak. Morgan was safer than most from being preyed on by the Others, since she had killed her reflection many years ago... but she still had to be careful.

          Her reflection was prim and proper, staring at her back with two vibrant vermilion eyes, which seemed to glow softly in the darkness.

          Sending it a smile, Morgan cautiously pulled off her bloodied tunic.

          She knew that Saint Kai was probably blushing and hurriedly turning away somewhere in the ruins, but she did not care. That dirty thing was disgusting, and she was determined to give it a good wash...

          The only problem was that the frayed fabric parted under her fingers, and several new cuts appeared on its surface.

          Morgan cursed her Flaw quietly. Her tunic was made from mystical cloth and could usually withstand her touch, but now, it had become tattered and fragile. Feeling a bit dejected, she crouched to wash the blood off the black fabric.

          She should have packed more thoroughly before sending the illusory Bastion into the Great Mirror. Sure, there were supplies in the real castle, and she even had her own living quarters here... but that part of the ruin crumbled in one of the countless battles, burying her wardrobe under the rubble.

          That had been a painful loss.

          Morgan rinsed her tunic swiftly, then walked deeper into the cold water to wash the blood off her body.

          At that moment, there was a subtle movement under the surface, and something slippery wrapped itself around her shin.

          Instead of pulling her into the depths, however, the flesh of the Nightmare Creature parted and bled, as if it had wrapped around a sharp blade.

          Morgan raised her hand indifferently. A split second later, it rippled like liquid metal and turned into a long spear, which extended downward with terrible speed and pierced the surface of the lake.

          The Spell whispered softly into her ear, announcing the death of a Corrupted Monster.

          Morgan smiled.

          'I guess we have dinner.’

          At that moment, someone coughed behind her.

          Morgan retracted her monstrously long javelin, allowed it to turn back into a human hand, and unhurriedly pulled the wet tunic back onto her pale body.

          This time, there were no new cuts.

          'Good!'

          Feeling clean and refreshed, she turned around and walked back to the shore.

          Speak of the devil... there was Nightingale, standing at the edge of the water and looking at the sky politely. She had not heard his steps, so he must have descended from above.

          Morgan had once assumed that Saint Kai would be quite accustomed to these kinds of situations as a former entertainment star, but he was strangely shy. His sense of decorum was also better than that of most noble Legacies, which was both funny and disheartening to see as the noblest of them.

          ...And that bastard somehow managed to look cleaner and more put-together than her despite the fact that Morgan had literally just bathed!

          Walking out of the water, she swept her hair back and tried to hide her irritation.

          "What is it?"

          Nightingale finally looked down.

          "I saw movement in the forest, Lady Morgan. It appears that there is going to be another attack soon."

          Morgan frowned.

          The timing was... unfortunate.

          Both Naeve and Bloodwave were yet to recover from the wounds they had received several days ago, even with Aether's help — that was why she had held them back yesterday.

          Soul Reaper was strangely inefficient as of late, as well, for whatever reason... strangely enough, she had been diving into the lake to hunt Nightmare Creatures despite her weakened state.

          'Why is he in such a hurry?'

          Mordret used to space out his assaults, but now, they were becoming more frequent.

          Morgan contemplated the issue for a moment.

          'Something must have changed in Godgrave.'

          They received news of how the war was going from time to time. The last thing she heard was that Nephis, Gilead, and the Lord of Shadows had clashed with the daughters of Ki Song in the Hollows, and that Seishan had finally conquered a Citadel for the Song Domain.

          Which meant that the Queen herself must have arrived to Godgrave, already.

          The two armies were going to clash soon.

          Was that what lit a fire under her brother?

          'Is he worried that she will kill our father before he can do it himself?'

          That was a delusional fear to harbor, but then again, that man was not known for having a sound mind.

          Letting out a quiet sigh, Morgan glanced at the lake, knowing that her plans of fishing out the Transcendent Monster she had killed and roasting it were ruined.

          "Thank you for letting me know, Saint Kai. Please gather the rest and prepare for battle. Oh... and don't stare at the sky too much. Especially at the shards of the moon."

          She summoned her armor back, even though it would not have had any time to repair itself. The vermilion cloak weaved itself from scarlet sparks, draped around her shoulders.

          A nicked sword appeared in her hand.

          Morgan smiled.

          The uncle and nephew pair were indeed wounded, but several of Mordret's vessels had been shredded quite thoroughly when they last appeared, as well.

          If things went well today, she stood a good chance of reducing the number of Transcendent shells her brother possessed.

          Of course, there was also the chance of losing a couple of her own Saints.

          That would be a real shame.

          But still...

          'How many of his vessels do I need to destroy, and how dire the situation in Godgrave must become for him to grow desperate enough to jump into my soul?'

          Her scarlet eyes glistened with sharp light.

          Morgan lingered for a moment, and then sighed.

          'I hope it happens before my tunic completely falls apart…’
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            TrevorVanRichten
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            There should be 2 not 4 chapters right?
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              Kromal
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              There are 2 extra chapters today as a bonus
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            Nitin Kumar_2
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            Sorry , it may sound rude. But am i the only one whois not satisfied with the fact how last 5 chapter have been wasted just to tell us that they are in a battle with mordert and without any fight . Sorry if it doesn't make sense .but that's what i thought and maybe a little frustrated 😞
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            samy dakiche
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            I've always thought about this, Sunny, Nevis and Mordoret have a relationship with castles that got Compatibility with
            them
            Mordoret primarily with Bastion (For better or worse with all the magic power of mirrors) , Sunny with the Nameless Castle (based on his Flame of Divinity and the mysterious shadow-like guardian)
            and Nevis with her flying castle (both are shiny)
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            Remi
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            Am i crazy or is Morgan interested with Kai?
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              notslayerrr
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              I think she's interested in that Aether guy idk though
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            JAYDEEP
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            Damn! What a beautiful day it is today...
            Hope G3 writes 4 chapters daily from now on...
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              Amistar
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              Hope G3 won't write 4 chapters only to describe Morgan's bathing
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          SilvaSteins
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          From everything shown so far, Mordret truly is a Divine Aspect user unlike a certain shadow personnel who's looking much more like a Supreme Aspect user at best. sigh
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            Remi
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            Will not stand Sunny disrespect eyetwit
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            Elrenegat
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            Honestly neither Sunny nor nephis looks like divine ability users
            But mordret looks like the stage above it
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