Spell

In the middle of the night lady Morgana made her way towards the king's chambers, her steps resolute and determined. Series of spells coming out of her mouth. On every step she took a guard drops down, falling into deep sleep nonchalantly she waltzed past the bodies jumping over some and mercilessly kicking others out of her way.

Upon reaching the imposing metal gates, she fixed them with a steely glare. The gates stood tall once again, with all the locks securely fastened.

It seems Lord Daemon had wasted no time in ensuring their fortification. He had obviously been here with the locksmith to reinforce them. Yet, he had chosen to leave the boy in there.

Were they all expected to turn a blind eye to what was happening? Leave the boy with her Xerxes for as long as the mindless beast wanted?

Never!, that could only happen over Morgana's dead body.

These past few days had not been easy for her. She had barely gotten a good night's sleep at all. She had almost worried herself to the gr