The wraith appeared suddenly, materializing before Morgan.
In the next instant, its hand was wrapped around his throat, holding him in a vice-like grip.
Morgan woke from his trance-like state, staring at the dark being in confusion.
The wraith reared back, then its clawed arm whipped through the air, hurling him across the room with devastating force.
" What the heck?!"
Morgan gasped in surprise, his limbs wildly flailing mid-air.
His body brutally cannonballed through the statue of the winged lion that was standing next to the mysterious figure.
The tenebrous sculpture shattered in an explosion of shrapnel and debris.
Morgan's vision blurred, blood thundering through his body and pouring from his nose in two thin streams.
The image of the wraith he was seeing split into two.
A painful, ear-splitting sound rang in his ears, distorting his focus.
Morgan's head felt like it had been bashed with a sledgehammer, throbbing furiously and rhythmically.
