Twenty-One:
Never let it be said that Morgana went out quietly. For thirty long minutes, I watched helplessly as I struggled against the many large iron objects impaling my body. My heart pulsed, as my body squirmed and writhed on the various metal objects.
Something about the metal seemed to be fogging my mind. I couldn’t seem to focus my blood into weapons. All I could do was bleed out like a helpless victim. Morgana fought on with blazing lethal arcs. The avatar just laughed at her, as they both fanned the flames of his burning castle. The flames were already spreading outside the main keep. Nearby structures were catching fire.
The more the city burned, the more disorderly the response was to Morgana’s presence. After the first thousand or so seared corpses, I suppose they just ha
