More and more people were venturing into the mountains.
At first, those who encountered the Ghost Soldiers were surprised, and then they would laugh as they destroyed them.
As they delved deeper, they encountered more and more Ghost Soldiers, and they became increasingly powerful. No one dared to take them lightly anymore.
"What on earth are these abominations!" An elegant lady was furious. There were too many Ghost Soldiers; inevitably, her clothes were splattered with their foul blood. The stench of decay, perhaps centuries old, was unbearable.
The two men accompanying her also wore expressions of endurance. Had it not been for their mission, they would have turned back long ago.
"Just bear with it," one of them said with an attempt at reassurance, "We have to scout the area thoroughly before we can leave."
"Right."
With no other choice, the trio buried their heads and continued slaughtering their way further in.
