Morgan's lessons with Emily began in earnest after that.
He decided to teach her everything he knew, consequences be damned.
" If we're to survive this, then I need her to be at her best, after all, I can't very well always look out for her when things go south," he thought to himself.
" My teacher is a maestro. His name is Luke." Morgan began.
" He taught me mostly everything, well, everything I know about blades, though I have adapted what I learned to suit my style. Later on, I expect you'll do the same."
The huge ancient temple was filled with silence.
The large inner chamber was mostly unchanged since the fight with the wraith had been restricted to the part of the temple that served as a bestiary.
" We'll do it from here".
Large, silent statues of hooded figures surrounded the inner sanctum of the temple.
The tenebrous figures resembled frozen guardians, like silent sentinels, eerily guarding the hallowed hall from some unknown terror.
