The Ark Of The Ankou Chimes In

Mordred looked like a small child having her hair tied up by her mother as Mavislin did some braids and connected them into a single ponytail. It only took a few Tocks, but it was enough to jog up some memories within the Knight's vision.

"There! You look better now!" said Mavislin, proud of her small work.

"Thanks... Wing nut... But I'm still annoyed that I'm not getting a chance to attend the main fight... I've got a bone to pick with those Knights, but I have Midori's fragile body to think about. I wished that there was a way for me to fight without using Midori's body..."

"There might be a way if you find Merlin again," sounded a creepy voice from the dark corner of the room where the training Pillars were sleeping.

"After so many years of being in these twins' bodies, this is the only time I've heard your voice, Grim Reaper. You've got a name?" asked Mordred as Duncan emerged from the shadows wearing the Ankou's appearance.

"You can call me the Reaper or a better suiting name for you to understand who I am would 'the Ankou,'" said the Reaper as he sat in front of Mordred.

The Knight of Rebellion's face was shocked before she changed into a deathly smile. Mordred's expression was terrifying enough to give the Marksman Pillar nightmares for the rest of the week. A smile that only a berserker could pull off.

"So you are the one who bested me during that earlier duel, huh? You're not even the God of Death, as Midori has told me... You are the Ankou of Breton Folklore, part of the belief of the people of Briton. You're merely a servant of evil... A graveyard watcher at best."

"I thought you would be like a God of Death since you make Duncan harness the powers of so many leaders of the Underworld like Ereshkigal and Odin. Hell, you even have a spell that can recreate the effects of the Dungeon of Tartarus, and you're telling me you are just a henchman?!"

The Ankou began to chuckle at Mordred's outburst and accusations, to everyone's shock.

"And when did I ever mention myself as the God Of Death? I've always said that I am the guardian of the souls that have passed and a bad omen for the living. I am far from a God, and Duncan's body would've imploded if that was the case."

"I have no identity as I remember legends from all realms. Since the twins' father isn't an excellent Mage at summoning things, he could summon me as the Ankou of Breton Myths. However, as Duncan's mind and body grew, so did the Original Spell list."

"Because of my imperfect summoning, I became a chaotic mess of different legends stuck together. Thus, I became the embodiment of all leaders governing the lands of the Dead from all other legends. You should know this, Knight of Rebellion," explained the Ankou, staring at Mordred.

"Wait! Slow down! So what you are saying is that you are the mashed-up results of all rulers of the Dead from different eras and beliefs?! That's such a big strain on Duncan to know about every myth and legend in the world! You're going to kill his brain at some point!" argued Raiyen.

"I doubt the scenario would ever occur because the Original Spell, The Cinematic Frames Of Death, is mine, to begin with. Only I have permission to use that spell, and Duncan cannot use them without activating me. Once I leave the boy's body, he can no longer use the Frames."

"But if Duncan decides to become Amani and pick up a few books to read about the different legends, he might have a chance of recreating my Original Spell."

"So you're telling me... Duncan was relying on your powers all this time during the duels for the day?! That sounds like cheating to me..." complained the Marksman.

"Nope, not all of it. Even if I were to vanish from the boy tomorrow, Duncan would still have enough skills in him to win those past duels without needing my help. Remember, I do not have any control on his Blood Mastery or his Element, just the usage of the Frames."

"I enhance the aspect of Death within the boy's soul and create a link to the powers of other figures of old. It's like channeling a small bit of power from legends across the globe and time. Taking that away from him won't kill Duncan or cripple him too much."

"Those moves you saw today... The clashes and dodges were mainly devised by Duncan but borrowed my strength since he is too malnourished to punch through a rock. It isn't cheating when you compare it to Midori and Mordred..." explained the Ankou as Mordred smiled.