Chapter 56: Pale Service
The burning wind whipped through the broken remnants of the once-glorious Ghost Village. The earth had been scorched black by the colossal footsteps of the invading giants. Ashes swirled in the air like snowflakes in hell.
At the edge of the devastation, on a towering ridge overlooking the ruin below, stood Morgan—her hair billowing like a banner of vengeance. Her large boobs hanging out seductively. Her arua was extremely horny but that was not what she had in mind now.
She watched it all with clenched fists and eyes glowing faintly with suppressed rage. Her dark cloak whipped around her armored frame, and her breathing was slow, controlled, but shallow like a beast caged behind her ribcage, waiting to roar.
Ten Colossus Beings had ravaged the Ghost Village. They had shattered the defenses, crushed the battlements, and left a trail of broken warriors. Morgan had seen it all. She had heard the screams. She had seen Lillian fall. She had Danielle die.
And she had smiled.
But now, as the dust settled and the Colossi began to withdraw, a tightness grew in her chest. Her plan was incomplete. Her plans were shattering. She wanted revenge. A real tasteful one.
Dominic had escaped. So had Lady Fares. And Alice. And even that damn servant, Kreper. How she hated to see her. A disgusting brat in her sight. Someone who feared everything. Not worthy to live. Not worthy to see the light of the day. Tsk. A disgrace to Ghost hood.
The whole village was supposed to fall. Their legacy was meant to die with their bones. Yet somehow, through pure chance or fate they had slipped through the cracks.
She clenched her jaw and turned sharply toward the colossal being behind her–:Gravemind.