Morgiana stalked through the caves as the voice of a man taunted her in a mocking voice.
You'll never be free of me, Mor~gi~a~na. I spent good money to have my very own Fanalis, you know.
"You don't own me."
Oh but I do, servitor. It's all nice and legal. The chains I made will NEVER leave you.
"No chain can bind me. The chain you used is in a box under my bed, where I can check on it whenever I want, to make sure it's still broken."
That paltry thing? It was just a symbol of ownership. It was never meant to hold you. I'm talking about the chains in your heart. In your head.
At this point the voice actually had a face, as a leering man emerged from the shadows. He looked Gigan.
I can't wait for you to come back and be mine again.
"SHUT UP!"
Her temper snapping, Morgiana threw a punch at his stupid smug face. Naturally, her fist went right through the phantom, shattering a wall into a pile of fragments and shaking the whole area. The force of her punch had the whole cave groaning ominously. Fortunately there wasn't a cave-in, but it was definitely a believable outcome if she kept throwing punches like that.
Morgiana stood still, fists balled tightly, breathing heavily, and shaking slightly as she tried to calm back down. It wasn't clear if she was shaking from rage or panic. The voice laughed as it faded into the darkness once again, taunting and echoing.
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You'll never be free of me, Mor~gi~a~na. I spent good money to have my very own Fanalis, you know.
"You don't own me."
Oh but I do, servitor. It's all nice and legal. The chains I made will NEVER leave you.
"No chain can bind me. The chain you used is in a box under my bed, where I can check on it whenever I want, to make sure it's still broken."
That paltry thing? It was just a symbol of ownership. It was never meant to hold you. I'm talking about the chains in your heart. In your head.
At this point the voice actually had a face, as a leering man emerged from the shadows. He looked Gigan.
I can't wait for you to come back and be mine again.
"SHUT UP!"
Her temper snapping, Morgiana threw a punch at his stupid smug face. Naturally, her fist went right through the phantom, shattering a wall into a pile of fragments and shaking the whole area. The force of her punch had the whole cave groaning ominously. Fortunately there wasn't a cave-in, but it was definitely a believable outcome if she kept throwing punches like that.
Morgiana stood still, fists balled tightly, breathing heavily, and shaking slightly as she tried to calm back down. It wasn't clear if she was shaking from rage or panic. The voice laughed as it faded into the darkness once again, taunting and echoing.