The man held a long, dark lacquered box that appeared even darker in the pale light.
The package was fashionably wrapped in a dark silk with several strange runic inscriptions running across its exterior.
Morgan stared at the large package curiously for a few monts then nodded.
"Here, let help with that?"
The man smiled.
Morgan recognized him as one of the foremost officers of the Tharn but most of them looked so identical that it was quite difficult even to tell them apart.
" There’s no need."
The man deftly maneuvered through the narrow doorway deftly setting the package down.
"He instructed to tell you to use these for your trip. You’ll need them."
Morgan nodded, his gaze drifting to the dark box once more in curiosity.
"The sa goes for you, Miss Raven. There’s a set for you as well. Please follow ."
Raven nodded her eyes gleaming in anticipation.
"Well, let’s see what we’ve got here."
A mont later, Morgan gently tried opening the box. The mont his hand made contact with the box, the runes inscribed on its surface ca to life.
For a brief mont, he felt a violent surge of power flow through him, seeping into his very being almost as though it were searching for sothing.
Morgan faded drawing his hand back in shock but even then he still felt the foreign energy rampage through him for several monts.
With the strange reaction, a violent heat erupted from his body emanating throughout the room.
Morgan fell to his knees feeling a subtle change slowly unfolding within him. His body suddenly felt much stronger and faster than before.
The room slowly ca into focus, all his senses feeling even more heightened than they had been a mont earlier.
"Wow...what the hell..."
A low hum rang throughout the small expanse of the room and the dark cover ca undone with a hiss.
Within it, ticulously inlaid in a cushion of a silky velveteen material, a set of dark leather armour sat, neatly folded and arranged together with a set of tenebrous vambraces studded with dark crystal.
Even without touching it, Morgan could tell that it was no ordinary armour.
He gently ran a hand across its surface feeling the cool texture beneath the palm of his hand.
The material bore an obscure muted sheen that seed to glisten faintly in the darkness.
The edges were trimd with a thin dark silver band that promised both flexibility and was optimized for soundless movent.
Morgan closed his eyes for a brief mont.
When he opened them, a faint glimr of white fire ignited in their depths revealing several runes inscribed within the fabric of the armour.
"He really went all out with this one..." he murmured.
From what he could tell, the runic inscriptions were a source of augntation for the wearer of the remour.
He gently took out the armour, starting with the tenebrous chest piece.
He slowly passed his arms through it feeling its comfortable weight settle against his torso.
The armour imdiately shrank, fitting his body snugly.
Next, he donned the dark gothic vambraces. The intricate symbols inscribed in the dark leather glowed, pulsating with an azure light for a few monts.
With the addition of the vambraces, Morgan felt a substantial surge of power coursing through his entire being.
Morgan gasped losing himself for a few monts in the electric feeling.
Even without his abilities, he felt he could easily go toe to toe with most of the obscure creatures they’d encountered in Tenebris.
"So the runes can be used in this way as well..."
"Indeed, my Lord," a cold familiar voice spoke in his ears.
Morgan threw a furtive glance at his shadow, staring at it silently for a few monts.
"Sarenus?"
A mont later, despite the warm sunlight streaming through the window, the small room grew darker, the temperature dropping by several degrees.
In the depths of his shadow, brilliant white flas ignited.
A fiery maw opened widening into a jagged smile.
The drayghar separated from his shadow retaining its dark formless shape for a mont.
The next, it’s inky dark form. soreaf put rippling across the room forming a dark winged form that fluidly moved, shifting across the floorboards.
The shadows in the room shifted restlessly around Sarenus with every movent.
Morgan stared at him for a few monts, feeling a mixture of shock, disbelief, and joy.
"How?"
Sarenus’s wolfish smile widened even further.
" This new armour of yours, I felt the power within it resonate within the Void World. It awoke from my slumber. From what I can tell your wounds are completely healed...how?"
Morgan sat down staring at Sarenus evenly for a few monts.
"By my own guess, this was Velagrew’s work. He healed ."
Sarenus’ form rippled, shrinking down into an identical inky black version of Morgan.
"Well, that makes sense. He wielded that kind of power after all. Let guess—"
The drayghar smoothly glided across the floor, fluid moving up the wall.
If anyone entered the room, it would appear as though Morgan’s shadow had a second shadow reclining next to the wall.
The flas that passed for Sarenus’ eyes narrowed in contemplation.
"He’s interested in the tyrannical Void World ability you wield?"
Morgan nodded.
"How did you know? Couldn’t it be because I’m a lightspawn?"
Sarenus scoffed, shaking his head slightly. He moved gliding across the length of the room until he stood next to the door.
"If you were rely a lightspawn, chances are you’d be dead. Velagrew and Alsterius weren’t on the best of terms the last I knew."
Sarenus waved his hand dismissively.
"But who knows?"
What about Kazarax?
"He still slumbers. But he should wake soon enough."
Morgan remained silent for a few monts feeling the added boon of the Drayghar’s power added to his own.
"Velagrew’s realm," Sarenus murmured.
"It had been aeons since I last set foot in this place. Back then, I was one of Alsterius’s foremost stewards. It doesn’t feel like uts has changed much."
He sighed, his eyes gazing over.
"Quite nostalgic isn’t it?"
Just then, the door slid open.
Raven stared at him for a few monts, then glanced around the room.
"Who are you talking to?"
For a few monts, the room went silent.
Morgan spared her a curious glance then deftly stood fastening the last pieces of armour around himself.
A dark hooded robe remained within the case.
With a gentle flourish, Morgam slid his arms through the sleek material, completing the set.
The coat effectively hid the rest of the armour from sight and masked it from prying eyes.
The armour emanated an electric blue light resonating with the other pieces of dark armour instantly augnting both his physical strength, speed, and even durability.
With all the pieces of armour assembled, his presence underwent a qualitative transformation.
He could feel the umbralis coursing through him much more clearly and with even greater potency.
"You heard talking to soone?" Morgan calmly asked, ticulously donning his leather boots.
Raven glanced around the room curiously for a few monts before shrugging.
" I must be hearing things..."
She was similarly decked out in a beautiful dark crimson armour that fit her petite figure snugly.
Strapped to her back, to elegant delicate sais glinted with a promise of pain and sharpness.
Sarenus quietly chuckled, his laughter resounding in Morgan’s mind.
" Poor girl. You haven’t changed a single bit..." the drayghar murmured.
Morgan rose to his feet, smiling faintly.
"Of course I have, I’ll have you know I’ve grown taller. And I’ve definitely put on so muscle."
A few monts later they’d made their way down the stairs and into the streets below.
The Tharn soldier from before was their escort, suntky guiding them through the city.
Despite the warm sunlight, Moreus was still covered in a blanket of fog.
Large carriages slowly moved through the streets pulled by large horned beasts with intricate crests exquisitely carved into their exterior.
The Tharn swiftly moved through the streets going about their daily business.
The coats they wore effectively hid the armour they wore beneath from view effectively keeping them inconspicuous and also allowing them to move through the city without drawing any unwanted attention to themselves.
At the centre of the city, the market bubbled with business, several rchants from other strongholds and the native traders fiercely haggling over the prices of exotics from other regions. Several rchant caravans made several trips in and out of the city bringing in goods, creatures, and even people.
In a distant corner of the marketplace, the rhythmic lodic ringing of a blacksmith’s hamr constantly rang out every ti the blacksmith struck the anvil.
Morgan had discovered a while back that other than the Tharn, humans actually lived in this isolated realm cut off from the rest of the world which had raised several questions in his mind.
Who were the people? How had they co to live in this place? And more importantly why they were living confined to the realm between.
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