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I AM USING ***MELEE*** AND THE CURRENT DAMAGE DONE IS 830

SNAKE MEAL!

She was enjoying to cut the shadows into half, she swirled and danced like a ballerina, a petite graceful but perky black swan raven. Everyone was slaughtering the monsters and cleared and claimed the courtyard back, when they all wobbled at the shaking of the ground underneath them, shortly floated up as the ground broke and sank.

The petite knight apprentice seemed to see a pair of ominous red eyes before everything was out of lights. She stood up and roamed around when her eyes finally get used to the darkness, the ground was firm but not fully solid stepped on. She felt something boiling dripped on her shoulder, near the collar bone.

"Ajeez-" She moaned at the high temperature followed by an acidic pain on her shoulder, the hand covered onto it to suppress the throbbing pain began to corrode, but finding an escape was more urgent.

The courtyard splits neatly in half as the entire front body of a giant shadow serpent rises. All around it are the corpses of dead Knights and the dissolving forms of shadowlings. It rears back, fearsomely tall, the courtyard itself too tiny for this colossus-

- And then convulses once, twice-

- And falls over.

A sword cuts outwards from between its eyes, slicing downwards until Morgan forces his way out of the rows of teeth. The Great Knight tears off his cloak, his form seems that much smaller and less threatening as he scans around for signs of hostility. "Bring the injured knights to the Great Hall, those who still have the ability to fight, come with me."



You follow Morgan and he is talking now as he walks, quickly, hastily. You make your way down several corridors and then to a section of the castle you've never seen. "I knew it." he curses, and fumbles for a torch, "That behemoth of a shadow broke the protective barrier around the castle sanctuary. It's after the gate. We need to make sure it's okay. This way."

His words are clipped and terse and he is in no mood to explain. You continue walking downwards, further, further downwards until you have no clue if you are still within the castle. The corridor's architecture changes, it becomes more archaic and crude. At the far end is a door, but it is smashed open. Heavy seals of an unknown language litter the frame of the door, but they have been deeply scratched.

Morgan takes a deep breath, presses one hand hesitantly against the door-

- And upon no reaction, walks right through it.

Inside is a cavernous room littered with treasure. Gold, of all shapes and sizes, weapons, beautiful and ornate, and precious stones, each the colour of the rainbow clutter the place thicker than a dragon's den. Torches, eternally lit, bathe everything in a rich gold.

A the far end is a door. Or well, a door frame. The frame is barely large enough to fit two people standing side by side within it, and it is wrapped in sealed runes, the same runes from the door.

Morgan moves past the gate, and pulls aside a large tapestry. Behind the tapestry is a mirror. "Help me move it, we need to stop the shadows before the arrive. We were saving this as a last resort, but it needs to be moved now-"

At that very moment, Percival appears, with his own group of knights. Morgan looks angry, livid for a moment, but so does Percival. They face each other.