"Veliscera!"
The blissful dream had turned into a vícious nightmare.
The beautiful woman smiled at him, then abruptly lunged forward, her nails elongating into ghastly talons.
Morgan leapt back, but instead of moving back, his body moved in the opposite direction.
An invisible force catapulted him forward, straight into thewoman'sn outstretched hand.
The woman's talons curled around his neck,, holding him with an iron grip.
"You're one of his, lightspawn."
Morgan's eyes widened slightly.
"Lightspawn?! "
Azaroth had mentioned the same thing.
"This is the end of the road for you."
Her crushing grip around his neck abruptly tightened.
Despite her petite frame, the crushing strength in the woman's hands was anything but petite. Truth be told, it was downright unreal.
"Help!"
He struggled to get the words through his throat, slowly feeling his throat get crushed under the immense pressure.
