The Harbinger

Chapter Three: Morgana's Legacy

The courtyard pulsed with malevolence, the clash of steel and the howls of magic echoing through the ruins of Lysandra. Anu's power seemed boundless, his form a swirling tempest of darkness.

 Arwen's arrows found their marks, but their effect seemed fleeting against Anu's ever-strengthening defenses. Agatha's incantations were desperate, a last stand against the encroaching tide.

Morgana, her dark magic a counterpoint to the necromancer's, wove incantations of binding, seeking to restrain Anu's malevolence. Her eyes gleamed with fierce determination, her will a beacon of defiance.

But then, in a flash of sickly green light, Anu summoned forth a dark spectral dagger, a weapon forged from the very heart of shadows. It arced through the air, finding its mark with a cruel precision. The blade pierced Morgana's side, a searing agony that stole her breath.

Morgana's eyes widened in shock, her incantations faltering. She staggered, blood staining her robes, but she did not fall. Instead, she turned her gaze towards her comrades, a silent plea for them to continue the fight.

Before their horrified eyes, the spectral dagger twisted, embedding itself deeper into Morgana's form. Anu's laughter echoed, a triumphant cacophony that reverberated through the courtyard. With a final, defiant glare, Morgana's form dissipated into a swirl of dark mist, leaving behind only the echo of her presence.

Thomas's heart wrenched, a cry of anguish tearing from his lips. He fell to his knees beside the fading remnants of his fallen Queen, his gauntleted hand reaching out in vain.

Arwen and Agatha fought on, their movements a blur of desperation and determination. They could feel the weight of Morgana's sacrifice, a haunting spectre that spurred them to fight with a newfound intensity.

Thomas, however, was consumed by grief and rage. His vision blurred with unshed tears, his hands trembling as he rose to his feet. With a roar that echoed through the ruins, he charged towards Anu, his sword a blinding arc of steel.

The battle raged on, but now, Thomas fought with a singular purpose. Every strike, every movement, was fuelled by the memory of Morgana's sacrifice. He became a force of nature, a whirlwind of vengeance and sorrow.

Arwen and Agatha, recognising the transformation in their comrade, rallied around him. Together, they pressed forward, a united front against the encroaching darkness. They would not let Morgana's sacrifice be in vain.

In the heart of the inferno, amidst the ruins of Lysandra, three souls stood united against a force that sought to consume the world in darkness. And though they grieved for their fallen comrade, they fought on with a burning resolve, determined to see the end of Anu, the Harbinger of Death.