[ The Mors King isn't aware of it, of course. If he were, he'd have put a stop to it right away... but while he himself scoffs and tries to tune out the sound of her voice echoing through the halls... his servants seem to have other ideas.
Weird to say, considering that they're supposed to be mindless. ]
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[ It's a peculiar sight, really. The Mors take all kinds of shapes... some of them are just blobs of dark mass with glowing orbs for eyes. Others take more humanoid, armored appearances, like knights... even though they still consist of the same black mass of curses. Further than that, some have even copied the forms of various normal Monsters.
This all comes together to make them all rather intimidating, a scourge on the land that threatens even other monsters. They're powerful, hard to kill, and often times fighting just one is enough to leave a human bedridden afterwards, if not outright dead.
And yet right here, in front of the open door, stands a crowd of various Mors, each with their unblinking and glowing eyes locked directly onto the Saintess-turned-maidservant.
In any other scenario, this would be a sign to make peace with one's god before they're brutally killed... and yet none of them make any movements. Sure, there's so many of them that the door is now thoroughly blocked, but they seem to be intentionally keeping their distance. ]
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Weird to say, considering that they're supposed to be mindless. ]
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[ It's a peculiar sight, really. The Mors take all kinds of shapes... some of them are just blobs of dark mass with glowing orbs for eyes. Others take more humanoid, armored appearances, like knights... even though they still consist of the same black mass of curses. Further than that, some have even copied the forms of various normal Monsters.
This all comes together to make them all rather intimidating, a scourge on the land that threatens even other monsters. They're powerful, hard to kill, and often times fighting just one is enough to leave a human bedridden afterwards, if not outright dead.
And yet right here, in front of the open door, stands a crowd of various Mors, each with their unblinking and glowing eyes locked directly onto the Saintess-turned-maidservant.
In any other scenario, this would be a sign to make peace with one's god before they're brutally killed... and yet none of them make any movements. Sure, there's so many of them that the door is now thoroughly blocked, but they seem to be intentionally keeping their distance. ]