Chapter 9 - Bloodkissed Scythe
Morganna burned with rage. Her anger boiled inside her, but she couldn’t move. Something invisible was holding her back, locking her in place.
She tried to break free, but it was useless.
She glared at the one who had summoned her, a weak, low-level human.
How could someone like him to summon her? And because his level was so low, her power had been dragged down too.
Her eyes narrowed. What was that smell?
It wasn’t just the meat, they were cooking something over the fire, but that wasn’t what drew her in.
No... it was blood. Fresh, warm blood. Exactly what she needed. Her energy was fading fast after a full day under the harsh sun. The summoning penalty had left her weak and starving. And it was his fault.
She looked again. The human was walking toward her.
"Hey, I brought some food. You must be hungry, right?"
Morganna clenched her teeth.
How dare he speak to me like that?