The burning wind whipped through the broken remnants of the once-glorious Ghost Village. The earth had been scorched black by the colossal footsteps of the invading giants. Ashes swirled in the air like snowflakes in hell.
At the edge of the devastation, on a towering ridge overlooking the ruin below, stood Morgan—her hair billowing like a banner of vengeance. Her large boobs hanging out seductively. Her arua was extremely horny but that was not what she had in mind now.
She watched it all with clenched fists and eyes glowing faintly with suppressed rage. Her dark cloak whipped around her armored frame, and her breathing was slow, controlled, but shallow like a beast caged behind her ribcage, waiting to roar.
Ten Colossus Beings had ravaged the Ghost Village. They had shattered the defenses, crushed the battlements, and left a trail of broken warriors. Morgan had seen it all. She had heard the screams. She had seen Lillian fall. She had Danielle die.
And she had smiled.
