Nightingale told her to cease movement, and so, Morgan found herself unable to move.
It was as if her body had turned into an ice sculpture. She could still breathe, but nothing more than that… his clear voice had easily crushed her defenses, seeped past the barriers erected by her potent Memories, and caught her completely by surprise.
'Such power…'
Morgan attempted to disobey the overwhelming finality of his command, desperately struggling against her own body. But it was of no use.
She was completely and utterly at his mercy.
'Ha… ha-ha…'
Vulnerable as she was, Morgan mostly felt amused. There was more than a fair bit of indignant disbelief in her heart, as well, but no fear — not only because she was not a person who felt fear easily, but also because she found herself not caring that much about what would happen to her.
Still…
