Morgan stirs rolling onto her back. Her legs hurt and her head feels like it is weighed down with lead but her eyes still flicker open quickly.
"Let the winds slice into like the ice from the north. Let the ground take them and shake them from the sky," Morgan utters as sharpened icicles begin to cut through the air attacking Quinn as the ground starts to try sucking Dimitri into it as if it is trying to eat him.
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