Chapter 51: Morgan: A New Threat
Beneath a blood-orange sunset, the outskirts of the Ghost Village were cloaked in a solemn silence. The air was still, save for the distant cries of recovering warriors and the soft rustling of the wind against the ash-scorched trees. Beyond the borders of civilization—where the laws of men and demons blurred—stood Morgan, her sharp eyes narrowed against the wind. She was tall, beautiful, and carried the aura of nobility, yet something in her stance that day was darker than usual. As Lady Fares’ first daughter, a warrior born of ghostly royalty, she was supposed to be with the Ghost Army but today, her loyalty stood questioned.
Before her loomed a creature of ancient power and godless wrath—a Colossus being.
It towered over her, a monstrous being nearly one hundred feet tall, its skin rough and dark like petrified stone. Its hands were thick as towers, fingers like siege weapons, and its face was carved with eternal disdain. Eyes like molten gold stared down at the comparatively small figure of Morgan.
They spoke not in sound but in a language formed through vibrations in the air—an ancient exchange of magical resonance and warlike intent.
"You summoned me, child of the Ghost Queen," the Colossus growled in a deep, layered tone that echoed like an avalanche.
Morgan nodded, her expression calm but resolved. "Dominic must fall!! He threatens the power balance!! He is not one of us!!! He was never meant to wear the crest of the us. He is the one the prophecy of Galion speaks of. Besides I was met by a strange figure who is willing to pay us handsomely if we het his head!!!!" she exclaimed at the top of her voice to be heard.
The Colossus tilted its massive head. "You conspire against your own mother’s chosen one?"
Morgan’s eyes flared. "My mother sees only potential, not truth. Dominic’s rise has made her weak. She puts trust in a man she barely knows, in a stranger with a divine purpose to fulfilthe prophecy."
The Colossus bent slightly, its towering figure leaning closer. "And what do you want, Morgan? Speak clearly."
Morgan clenched her fists. "I want power. I want the Ghost Army to follow a true heir. Not a parasite who fucks his way to power. Not a man cursed by a broken world."
A deep rumble issued from the Colossus, like stone shifting under pressure. "And you believe I will help you... because you are her daughter? And because of a sleazy pay."