Their battle was just as furious as always, but it felt a little different.
Because Morgan was tired, and because she was enjoying herself a little bit more.
She was strong, she was fearsome. Her Aspect was brimming with dire power — one that was sharp enough to cut down anything and anyone who stood in her way.
Or so she had thought before.
Over the past months, though, Morgan's edge had become a little dull. Any sword would lose its sharpness if someone kept hammering it against a hard surface, after all… and her brother's vile presence was much too difficult to cut.
Still, Morgan met him once again, and fought him once again.
By now, they knew the depths of each other's lethality all too well. She was a tide of living metal that drowned and shredded everything it touched. He was an insidious fiend who used stolen bodies and overwhelming force to exhaust and strangle his enemies, leaving them no chance to survive.
