The demons grin—dozens, maybe hundreds. Their jagged smiles glint in the light of the portal, oily saliva dripping from their teeth like venom. The sound of them laughing together makes Heidi's skin crawl. It's not laughter meant for joy. It's a noise made to shatter courage and remind prey that their predators are patient, hungry, and in no rush.
Morgan tilts his head, smirking like this is just another measly cup of tea. He doesn't look afraid or even close to it at all. Instead, he raises his voice above the horrible chorus. "Remember this," he bellows, turning to every Moon Blessed like a general in a war which frankly, he might be right now.
"We're not just fighting demons tonight… We're fighting for the chance to go home. That portal is the only way out. You want to live?"
His eyes flash, hard as the Aether steel in his hands. "Then fight like it!"
Then, with a grin that's far too delighted, he roars, "CHARGE!"
