Mors' took a deep, calming breath as he investigated the empty courtyard, elaborately filled with massive trees and wide, expansive areas of grass. -"Who would have thought that behind these walls lay a natural paradise? I was half expecting a military compound of some sort."

Turning into a blur and rapidly moving across the open ground, Mors reached the corner of the square keep and leant heavily on the wall, looking at his shaking hands, flickering energy twisting between his fingers. -"I can't suppress my ability to absorb energy anymore... it's simply too powerful, every cell in my body feels like its going to explode."

If someone who knew Mors were to see him now, they would immediately notice a huge difference in his appearance. His red iris's were glowing brighter than they ever had and contained a strange hint of purple that danced enchantingly as if alive; his clear, white skin had faint dark red lines that pulsed and every nerve in his body was twitching vigorously giving him the appearance of a madman or someone afflicted with some terrible disease.

Taking another calming breath, Mors cautiously peeked around the corner and spotted a few guards standing next to a concealed entrance only a couple of dozen feet away. -"I suppose I could just let loose and use up as much power as possible... It looks like this place is pretty much deserted."

-"I fear I would lose myself and become nothing more than a raging beast. Get in, get Morrigan and get out. Anything else is a risk." Mors slowly shook his head, banishing the thought. 

Determination flashed across Mors' eyes as he suddenly appeared in the middle of the guard's formation and, not even given them time to acknowledge his presence, mercilessly killed them with his short sword.

As pools of blood began surrounding the bodies, Mors approached the small wooden door and was about to kick it in when he stopped. Moving closer to the door, He tried the door knob, his pupils expanding in surprise when it turned with a dull clank and the door opened inward. -"Trap?"

Mos silently swept through the small, stone corridors, illuminated by white crystals hanging intermittently on the walls inspecting every inch, expecting a trap to be triggered at any moment. -"Too easy, way too easy. It's a trap, or I'm a friendly, pink fairy here to deliver sweets and goodwill. "

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Due to the extra caution, Mors' pace had slowed drastically, and as time passed, the red lines covering his body became more prominent, pulsing with arcane energies, causing Mors to scratch his arms and his neck to relieve some of the pressure. -"I need to get out of this environment, yes it feels amazing, and my power has easily increased a realm but its too much for my weak body at the moment. It feels like I am being ripped apart."

Peering around a corner, Mors spotted a guard guarding a stairway that descended deeper into the ground. "Time for some information."

Charging with his full speed, Mors kicked the surprised guard, slamming him into the wall before sliding to the ground in a heap.

Placing his foot on the dazed guard's neck Mors waited for him to regain his senses as he scanned the area, making sure the noise hadn't drawn any unwanted attention. "So... what's down the stairs?"

The guard looked up, terror dancing in his eyes. "If I tell you will you let me go?"

Mors smiled. "Depends on what you tell me and if you ask another stupid question."

The guard tried to swallow, but Mor's boot on his throat made it impossible. "The dungeon, armoury and fortress supplies."

Mors lifted his foot slightly, enabling the man to breathe properly. "On the same level?"

"The dungeon is a floor under the others, the Black Heart Party, as well as a few dangerous criminals, are kept down there. There are three guard stations, two in the dungeon and one in the armoury. There should be ten men in each... now please let me go, I won't tell anyone I promise." The man told Mors everything he knew in the hope of mercy.

Mors revealed a warm smile. "Thanks, most helpful. One more question. Is the weapon taken from the demon in the armoury?"

"Yes it is, but I would stay away from it, some of the men say it's cursed. I hea*GGGHHHGGGG*." The man's words were cut off as Mors stamped down with his boot before finally snapping the gasping man's neck.

Mors picked up the guard's body and slung it over his shoulder before walking down the stairs. "Sorry, while there is a possibility of me being undetected, I can't take the risk."

After reaching the bottom, he hid the body in a dark corner and moved silently down the long corridor before coming to a point where the path split into three, each having a wooden sign above them.

Sighing Mors shook his head and spat onto the floor. "I swear to god... have these people never been attacked before?....AHAHAHA"

Letting out a light-hearted laugh, Mors slapped his palm to his forehead. -"Of course..., with the existence of magic and strange abilities, stone walls and simple traps are pretty much useless in this world. The real might of this city would be in its men, which should be pacifying the mob or out in the city trying to regain order."

-"I guess it would be rude not to complete my plan now they are right in front of me." Mors looked at the signs again before heading down the one which had 'Dungeon' written on them.

Dark laughter, enough to make even the most staunch shiver in fear, rose up as his slow, methodical footsteps echoed off the cold, stone walls.