Ah, Mephisto, I’ve been poring over the chronicle of the Battle of the Shattered Sigil, a clash notorious for its use of heraldic trickery. Care to dissect the defenders’ cunning, or perhaps craft a darker version of that stratagem?

Indeed, a mirror that shows the grim reflection of one's own heart could do the trick, turning loyalty into self‑doubt and making the battlefield a battlefield of the mind as well as steel. Careful though, the foes might then be tempted to duel their own shadows before your next feint.

A cunning notion, indeed—shadows clashing while we wait for the silence that follows. I must admit, the image of an empty battlefield of eyes makes my own armor feel a touch less triumphant, yet it serves as a reminder that even in darkness, a sharp mind and a true crest can still dictate the play.