Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2518

The roof of the abandoned church had finally given up, so drops of water were falling from the ceiling here and there. There were puddles in the corners of the main hall, as well as behind the altar, but everywhere else was still relatively dry.

The Other Mordret was sitting on one of the benches, studying the stained glass windows curiously. He looked somewhat worse for wear, but mostly fine—his stylish suit was wrinkled and charred in a few places, his hair was wet and disheveled, and he smelled of gasoline and smoke, but there were no serious wounds on his body and no blood on his clothes.

Morgan came over and glanced at him darkly, then handed him a bottle of water and a triangular rice roll with tuna filling.

"Here. Eat."

He took the offered food, looked up at her, and smiled.

“Thank you, Morgan. I am... so glad that you are alright."

She stared at him chillingly for a few moments, then silently turned away.

Walking over to a different part of the abandoned church, she studied the psychiatrist, Dr. Saint.

The radiantly gorgeous woman was just standing near a wall, staring at her hands in a daze. A torrent of pure darkness was swirling around them like a dancing stream, forming into a black knife from time to time.

"You should eat, too."

Morgan handed her another portion of tuna kimbap.

Saint flinched and looked away from the swirling darkness, which caused it to collapse and dissolve without a trace.

“Oh... thank you, Miss Morgan."

She took the triangular snack hesitantly, then struggled to unwrap it.

Morgan studied her clumsy attempts with an aloof expression, then took the rice roll back and cut the plastic wrapping with a nail. It parted easily, and she offered the snack back to Saint in a moment.

"So you've regained some of your powers, huh?"

Saint looked at her with wide eyes. “W—what? No, I did no such thing.”

Morgan scoffed.

“Oh, really? How do you explain that stream of true darkness, then?"

The radiantly gorgeousness smiled timidly.

“That... what is there to explain? Isn't it obvious?"

She sighed.

“I am obviously experiencing audiovisual hallucinations as a result of the psychotic break I suffered due to shock. This is textbook acute stress disorder.”

Regaining some confidence, Saint nodded. "Yes, exactly. It is a reasonable self-deception narrative, to construct a delusion of having devastating supernatural powers when experiencing the feeling of helplessness in a life-threatening situation."

Morgan raised an eyebrow.

“Did your self-deception narrative tear a car door clean off to pull that fool over there out of the burning car, as well?"

Saint hesitated for a moment.

"Hysterical strength is a well-documented stress response explained by the sudden release of adrenaline.”

Morgan frowned, then pulled a barely recognizable lump of metal from the pocket of her hoodie.

“This revolver tends to disagree. These are not hallucinations, Doctor. You know they aren't.”

Saint remained silent for a while, then trembled and raised her chin a little.

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