The first thing Morgan felt was pain.
He weakly stirred on the ground, groaning slightly.
"What even was that..." he murmured weakly.
The creature had moved so fast he barely had any time to register its movement.
One moment he'd been stabbing, and the next he was flying through the air.
A sticky, warm liquid flowed down his face, clouding his vision. He groggily wiped it away, wincing in pain.
"Crap..."
He could tell that he wound on his forehead was already beginning to slowly close but that didn't make the pain any less real.
" You're slightly injured, but I think the damage isn't anything to worry about..."
Morgan slowly got to his feet, his blurred vision quickly regaining clarity.
In front of him, the strange fog swirled ominously, constantly shifting in different directions in a ghostly breeze.
The fleeting sound of cackling and derisive mocking laughter floated through the visual mir,e reaching his ears.
