Shadow Slave

The Nightmare Creatures had reached the shore, crawling out of the surging lake like a swarm of horrors that had escaped the forbidden depths of Pandora's box. In the darkness of the night, their wet, slithering figures glistened with the ghostly radiance of reflected moonlight. Enormous limbs rose high into the air and plummeted down, making the ruin shake as they sank into the rubble to pull the monstrous bodies onto land.

This time, of course, it was not Pandora who had opened the mystical box out of curiosity. 
Instead, Morgan's monstrous brother had done it out of malice.
Still, she wasn't too concerned.
…If these poor creatures had known any better, they would have stayed in the depths. They would have guessed that the box had not been locked to contain the horrors inside — instead, it had been locked to protect them from the true monsters that dwelled beyond. 
Witnessing the chilling tide of abominations, Soul Reaper smiled.
"I guess it's my turn."
She did not seem particularly impressed by the sheer dread and splendor of the chilling scene. The blue-eyed wraith remained calm and laid-back, as if facing a swarm of Great and Corrupted abominations was not a death sentence for most Saints.
Then again, this Saint in particular had long proven that death was afraid of her, and not the other way around.
Morgan gave her a brief look.
"Lure them into the ruins."
Jet raised an eyebrow, amused. 
"They'll topple the wall."
Morgan looked at the crumbling wall they were standing on. This great fortress — what remained of it — was her ancestral home. Three generations of the Valor family had dwelled here, and it was from these ruins that the glorious Sword Domain was born. 

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