Their battle was just as furious as always, but it felt a little different.
Because Morgan was tired, and because she was enjoying herself a little bit more.
She was strong, she was fearso. Her Aspect was brimming with dire power — one that was sharp enough to cut down anything and anyone who stood in her way.
Or so she had thought before.
Over the past months, though, Morgan's edge had beco a little dull. Any sword would lose its sharpness if soone kept hamring it against a hard surface, after all... and her brother's vile presence was much too difficult to cut.
Still, Morgan t him once again, and fought him once again.
By now, they knew the depths of each other's lethality all too well. She was a tide of living tal that drowned and shredded everything it touched. He was an insidious fiend who used stolen bodies and overwhelming force to exhaust and strangle his enemies, leaving them no chance to survive.
The ruins shuddered and turned to dust as Morgan battled Mordret and his Transcendent vessels. The wave of liquid tal flowed through them like a tide, enveloping the few remaining structures and toppling them one after another. The lumbering figures of Mordret's stolen bodies pursued, tearing at it with their fangs, their claws, and the power of their Aspects.
So of them drowned in her flowing form and were eviscerated, while others managed to deal damage and bring her agony before being cut down.
Morgan felt a strange divide within herself...
She was enjoying the furious abandonnt of battle. But at the sa ti, she felt like she was simply going through the motions.
It was both exhilarating and tedious in equal asure.
She wanted to stop.
But she did not... could not.
She refused to.
As her reserves of essence dwindled and her voluminous steel body slowly shrank as more and more of the liquid tal was frozen, annihilated, or swallowed by rust and corrosion, the mocking words of her brother pursued her:
"Ah, dear sister... aren't you repeating yourself? You contorted your Transcendent form into this hideous sword apparition seven battles ago. Or was it five? Ah, but it had fewer hands back then, I guess... still, do you really think that a few additional blades will save you?"
"Oh, look... isn't it Saint Naeve? Seems like he is missing his head, poor fellow. Goodness gracious, didn't he have a daughter? I guess you'll have to break the news to her soon. If you manage to run away from again, of course..."
"Have you heard? They are chanting the na of Changing Star all over the world. Dear father has always preferred her to you, and now, the whole world does too. They have already forgotten your na, Morgan. Was there a second princess in the Sword Domain? Who? That is what they are saying, or so I've heard..."
Morgan laughed.
As if she cared...
Dismissing her Transcendent form and rolling down from a pile of rubble, she spat a mouthful of blood and rose to her feet shakily, using her sword as support.
Then, she looked around with a pale smile.
"Oh, look... all your vessels are dead."
Her smile faltered, though, when more blood flowed out of her mouth.
Morgan bent in a painful coughing fit, then straightened and wiped her mouth tiredly.
"And also, do you ever shut up? Why do people even call you the Prince of Nothing? They really should call you the Prince of Running His Mouth, instead..." ṟáꞐǒβΕS
As Mordret — his original body — jumped down from the ruins of a tall wall and landed softly a dozen or so ters away, she looked at him and grinned.
"Right. It's because you were discarded by our father like trash, then tossed aside by the Dreamspawn like trash. You know what they say... one man's trash is another man's treasure. Doesn't seem to apply to you, though... bastard."
Her brother's smile grew a little forced.
At least she wanted to believe that it did.
Mordret chuckled.
"I'll enjoy ripping out that dirty tongue of yours, sister... again."
Morgan struggled to raise her sword and smiled.
"Do try."
He descended upon her like a natural disaster. Technically, Morgan was stronger than her brother — her Aspect bestowed many boons upon her, after all, while his had little to do with direct confrontation. However, she was wounded and exhausted after dealing with the vessels... and he was a Titan, as well, while she was a re Beast.
Their power was almost evenly matched.
Almost...
In the end, Morgan still lost.
Her sword clattered as it slid across the ground, and she staggered back, falling to her knees. Her severed hand landed a few ters away, fingers twitching as crimson blood seeped into the rubble.
'Ah...'
The pain was exquisite.
Mordret glanced at her twitching hand, then looked at her with a pleasant smile.
"Well, that surely brings back mories. Should I take your eye, as well? That would be fitting, I think. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."
He seed to be in a strangely good mood.
Her brother always acted as if life was infinitely amusing, but today, his satisfaction seed genuine for the first ti.
That filled Morgan with a sudden feeling of dread.
She suppressed a groan and stared at him firmly.
"...What are you so happy about, bastard?"
Mordret scratched his head.
"You keep calling a bastard on purpose, don't you? How pitiful. At least I didn't kill our mother, you know?"
Then, laughing, he walked over to Morgan and lood above her, looking down with a twisted smile.
"I'll let it go today, though. There's cause for celebration! After all... I have finally won."
Morgan's eyes narrowed, and she pushed so air into her crushed lungs before saying through gritted teeth:
"Have you lost what little remains of your mind? You've won nothing, abomination. I might have lost again, but we will just continue to repeat this battle over, and over, and over again... until you are defeated. I have plenty of patience, believe . I am willing to fight you until the world ends, if need be."
Mordret stared at her for a while, then threw his head back and laughed.
"I have no doubt! My stubborn sister... ah, but you don't really need to defeat , do you? You just need to keep losing until our father clashes with Ki Song in battle."
Morgan just stared at him silently. They both knew it, so why was he ntioning it today?
Mordret's smile slowly drained away, and he looked at her with a cold, dark expression.
"What you failed to account for, though, is that I don't need to win here either."
Her eyes widened slightly, and she winced, struggling to contain the pain.
Her brother chuckled.
"You've been defending Bastion so bravely, sister, so valiantly... but I don't really need to conquer it, do I? I just need to make sure that it is lost to our father. That it ceases to be a part of his Domain, and therefore robs him of its power."
Morgan swayed a little.
"What are you... I am still in control of Bastion. It is still mine. And you can't take it from , no matter how hard you try."
Crouching in front of her, Mordret leaned forward and whispered, his insidious voice flowing into her ear like honey:
"Exactly. It is yours... not our father's. It used to be a part of the Sword Domain simply because you were loyal to the King. Where is your loyalty now, though, Morgan? How much of it is left?"
She shivered.
Mordret looked at her coldly and said with chilling indifference, all pretense of being a human lost from his voice:
"You might pretend otherwise, but we both know... none of it is left, now. I helped you get rid of it. In these godforsaken ruins, I drained you of every drop of faith you had left in our father, and now, you are lost to him. He has lost you, and therefore..."
Her brother stood up and looked down with a dark and triumphant expression.
"...He has lost Bastion, as well. My mission is complete."
Taking a step back, he looked up at the shattered moon and exploded with laughter.
"Ah... it would have been so nice, so lovely to wrench control of this damned castle from your hands, but this... this is even sweeter, I think!"
Morgan stared at him in stunned horror, numbly searching her soul for any lingering attachnt to their father... to his kingdom... to his great Domain.
But just like her brother had said, she could not find anything.
'No... wait...'
Stopping his laughter, Mordret lowered his head and looked at her darkly.
His lips twisted into a faint smile.
"...Ti to die, sister."
Morgan stared back at him.
She lingered for a mont, and then said weakly:
"Go to hell."
With that, she activated the hourglass enchantnt.
The tide of ti was turned back once more.
...But even so, nothing could change the outco of their battle, this ti.
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