To say Morgan was curious would be an understatement.
Her father, Ylisse's tactician, led the charge into the tomb. She followed close at his side, blowing away revenants with am Arcwind tome. Every time an enemy drew near, she blasted them away and watched them explode into clouds of black smoke.
The presence of these monsters eventually proved to be suffocating as more began to crawl out from beneath them. Luckily, Morgan's father Robin only brought a small core group of Shepherds Unlike their other missions, no lives were at stake. The revenants were only there as a trap, protecting the contents of the tomb from any intruders. Eventually, the father and daughter broke off from the rest, going down a path of there own while the others fought off the hordes of enemies.
Robin studied the map of the catacombs, nonchalantly hitting incoming revenants with bolts of Thoron.
Morgan kept at her father's side, fighting enemies along the way until they broke into an altar room.
"Is this it?" Morgan asked, almost half disappointed. She stared over the podium in the center of the chamber. "All this for a tome?"
"Patience, Morgan," Robin called, marching over the book. "This is no ordinary tome."
"I was thinking untold riches, to be honest."
Robin only laughed, finding his daughter's motivations somewhat humorous.
"You know what?" Morgan piped dryly, "I'm feeling generous, father. You can have my share."
With a short bow, the tactician in training turned around and began marching out the room. But just before Morgan made any progress in leaving, Robin grabbed the girl by the hood.
"It's all yours," he answered back, grabbing the tome and dropping it in his daughter's palm.
"Huh?" Morgan hummed, "You keep it. You practically wasted an entire Thoron tome on revenants just to get it."
"I'm serious. Just take a look through it, and if you see nothing of value, give it back."
"Fine," Morgan hummed. "I guess if it's worth protecting with a plague of a billion and a half monsters, then I could probably skim through it."
After returning to the camp, with the new tome in tow, Morgan made her way over to her tent.
She slumped over at her cot and lazily pulled out the book from her bag.
"All right, tome," she said aloud, somewhat glad to be alone in the tent, "let us see what my father saw in you."
Looking through the titles of the spells, she immediately realized that this was no ordinary tome. The effects of each seemed to be more extreme than the last, proving itself more dangerous than any dark magic by the fifth page.
Scanning one of the pages, Morgan found hersilf grinning at the spell she had in mind.
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