The six Saints stared at her in confusion. The expressions of the Night Saints were, quite predictably, subtly different from those of the government Saints — who seemed to have learned about the loop recently.
Morgan observed their reactions with morbid curiosity.
Eventually, it was Naeve who broke the silence:
"The battle… is over? What do you mean?"
Morgan fished the damn pebble out of the stew and shrugged.
"You probably don't remember, but I borrowed a very special Supreme Memory from Soul Reaper a while back. That Memory, in combination with my Aspect, allowed me to force the same day to repeat itself over and over again. This day, to be precise. The seven of us have battled my brother countless times today, and we have lost countless times. Each of you died a variety of gruesome deaths… if I recall correctly, you were beheaded the last time, Saint Naeve."
'Good thing I came to my senses in time. The stew was about to be burnt…'
