A cold feeling of dread crept into Morgan's heart. It felt like everything that could go wrong was actually going wrong.
Morgan roughly grabbed Emily, lifting her once more.
After all the running up and down they'd done, he was tired. Very tired.
Luckily, it seemed the wraith hadn't yet noticed them.
The dark mist kept pooling into it.
Within a few moments, the wraith towered over the altar, floating statically in the air.
His eyes frantically darted about the empty building, then he decisively dashed into a large chamber filled with statues and gently set Emily down.
The feeling of dread rapidly increased, the temperature plummeting significantly within the ancient temple.
Morgan's heart thundered in his chest until it reached a point where he was sure the wraith would actually hear him.
He peeked out from the chamber they were hiding in, furtively glancing at the grotesque apparition.
The shadow wraith remained stationary, simply floating above the altar.
