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Six Reflections… six Transcendent Beasts. All assuming the shape of the Saints of the great clans. 

Sunny felt cold as he looked at the smiling faces of the simulacrums. 

…And Mordret's face. 

The rest of the emissaries seemed just as shaken as he was, even if some managed to hide their emotions better than others. 

The representatives of Valor were, understandably, grim. Even Morgan's composure cracked for a split second, revealing a hint of weakness. Saint Cor's pale face grew even more ashen. 

But even the Saints of Song appeared startled by Mordret's unexpected show of power. It seemed that they did not know the extent of his abilities as well as they had thought they did. 

For a few long moments, there was nothing but chilling silence. Then, Morgan spat, her voice full of contempt:

"Am I… am I supposed to be impressed? What a… neat trick. Bravo."

Mordret's smile only widened.