Beneath a blood-orange sunset, the outskirts of the Ghost Village were cloaked in a solemn silence. The air was still, save for the distant cries of recovering warriors and the soft rustling of the wind against the ash-scorched trees. Beyond the borders of civilization—where the laws of men and demons blurred—stood Morgan, her sharp eyes narrowed against the wind. She was tall, beautiful, and carried the aura of nobility, yet something in her stance that day was darker than usual. As Lady Fares' first daughter, a warrior born of ghostly royalty, she was supposed to be with the Ghost Army but today, her loyalty stood questioned.
Before her loomed a creature of ancient power and godless wrath—a Colossus being.
