Drunk on the succession of easy victories and their outward superiority in terms of numbers, they had foolishly come to underestimate his family.
Wasn't it the epitome of being misguided? To look down on the descendants of War while waging one...
Seishan and Beastmaster might have been blinded by the feeling of complacency his sister had so masterfully lured them into, but Mordret knew better. It didn't matter who had reaped a few victories at the start... all that mattered was who would be left standing at the finish.
Clan Song seemed to be holding an advantage for now, but the walls of the trap were already closing in around them. Mordret did not know what the trap was, but he did know one thing - the more time Morgan was given, the more devastating her retaliation would be.
So, to destroy her plans, he had to throw the cadence of this conflict into utter chaos.
...Looking at Knight Shtad with a pleasant smile, Mordret nodded.
"Glory and valor!"
With that, he plunged his sword into the Ascended warrior's neck. Shtad's eyes widened, and, as blood poured out of his mouth, Mordret moved his blade sideways, almost decapitating the Ascended. Just like that, the fearsome Knight of Valor died, killed by the treacherous attack of an ally.
All around him, the Awakened froze, paralyzed by shock.
Crass shivered.
"Wha... Warren, what..."
Ripping his sword out of Shtad's neck, Mordret delivered a downward cut in one swift, fluid motion. The blade fell on Crass's head, splitting his skull and obliterating his face. The Awakened was dead long before the Ascended's body fell to the floor.
The rest of them were utterly stunned.
However, they weren't the elites of a great clan for nothing.
Despite the harrowing wrongness of what had happened, his companions, who were the closest ones to the bloody scene, reacted just a split second later.
Both Varo and Agathe moved, raising their swords to attack their friend and commander, who had seemingly gone mad.
Mordret tried to parry both strikes, but failed.
Varo's sword pierced his throat.
Pushing Warren down, the petrified Awakened stared at his dead eyes and screamed.
"How can... Beastmaster, that witch! She must have forced him!"
Behind him, Agathe remained silent for a moment, looking down. Her body trembled slightly.
Varo turned around, staring at his comrade with crazed eyes. Agathe raised her head and glanced at him with a pleasant smile.
"Really, now... must you compare me to that terrible woman?"
Her rapier shot forward.
Soon, the gargantuan black skull was filled with screams, terror, and the stench of human blood.
The Nightmare Creatures were dead.
The Awakened were dead, too.
Only Mordret remained.