Chapter 62: I Am His Shadow
My name is Chloe. It is a gift from my Lord, a name that separates me from the simple creations of the System.
I was once Val’sharah, a 50 CP unit, a tool with a predetermined function.
Now, I am a Bloodkin. I am an extension of my master’s will.
This is not servitude. It is purpose.
It is a state of being so profound that the concept of "self" has become secondary. My self exists only in relation to him.
While Commander Isabelle and her Wrecking Crew engage in their brutal, direct assaults...the loud, messy work of a hammer, my Shadow Strikers have a different task.
We are ghosts. We are whispers. We are the rumor of a threat that is far more terrifying than a blade to the throat, because it is a threat that is never seen until it is too late.
We are Lord Ragnar’s scalpel, and our work is precise.
Our current theater of operations is the domain of the Demon Queen Alyssa.
It is a fortress of crystal and light, a beautiful, fragile thing that rings with a hollow sort of power.
It is an aesthetic triumph and a tactical liability.