Morgan stirred awake, his eyes opening sluggishly.
He took in the sight of the solemn statues around him. It almost felt like he was in an art museum of sorts.
For a brief moment, his gaze was transfixed on the life-like sculptures.
The beasts almost seemed alive.
He forcefully tore his gaze away from the bewitching sight, sitting fully upright.
In the next moment, his eyes narrowed in contemplation.
Emily wasn't on the floor where she'd been before.
"Did she get up before me?"
He furtively glanced around. There was no sign of her.
The thought that something could have happened to her while he was asleep jolted him awake.
He quickly sprang to his feet, Blood reaper flashing free of its scabbard.
He silently crept forward, surveying the chamber for any threat.
A glance into the central chamber showed him that the shadow wraith was still silently floating above the altar.
