7 Loyal Servan (1/2)

The ground was filled with foliage.

As Morgana arrived on the surface she was met with a sea of tall trees growing very close to each other. They towered over her as if trying to reach for the skies.

She had only just sprouted off from an enormous crater on the ground but was already bothered by a great number of mosquitos, some of the witches enjoyed sucking blood while others were simply irritating.

Morgana walked around, looking for the tallest tree, which was more than sixty meters in height and climbed it immediately. When she reached the top, her surprise was in no way small.

A green mantle covered the earth as far as the eye could see. From horizon to horizon, vegetation was rich and plentiful. On the most elevated peak, as well as in the deepest valley, space was filled to the brim with life.

Morgana did not know it yet, but this was Azov, the greatest forest in the entire continent.

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In a dark room, a giant jaguar was held in chains. A four meters tall creature witch was considered a great predator on its natural environment was now looking miserable and powerless.

At its side stood the culprit behind its captivity, a dark hooded figure surrounded by shadow.

Morgana had finished inscribing symbols on the ground and now had adopted a very solemn continence. This was the moment that would decide if her efforts would pay off or not.

Morgana started chanting in a strange language but the meaning roughly translated to this:

”As one perishes, another rises. Such is the circle of life. Guide the energy, built the strength. From the earth, I craft a loyal servant. Be forever bound to my will from your shining heart.”

The routines on the ground started glowing white, so Morgana understood time was ripe.

She took out a dagger made of crude iron and in an instant the weapon was surrounded with a purple arcane aura. Morgana made one swift motion and, moving like thunder, pierced the jaguar's heart.

It didn't even make a noise, almost as if it was already dead on the inside even before the beginning. Blood flowed like a waterfall, soiling Morgana and spreading all over the stone floor.

As the arcane characters on the formation were tinged in red, their glow changed as well. Almost as if it was being corrupted by the blood.

One the ground there were two half circles connected by a line. These were formed entirely by mysterious words written in a magical language. Inside one of these circles was the dead jaguar. While, on the other, there was a very large glowing yellow gem positioned on a pedestal, around which there were several basins filled with mud and surrounded by loose rocks.