The fog was thick, thick enough that a man couldn't see his hands if he stretched his arm in front of him. He stood silently in the middle of a clearance where the nearest tree to him was 5 meters away. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind so he can listen to his surroundings.
He stood silently for about three minutes and soon enough he could hear the sound of groaning getting closer and closer every second. He could hear it from every direction around him. It was as if he was surrounded by those creeping moans that continued to get closer and closer.
"Damn, you guys are still slower than ever."
He opened his eyes slowly as he could see some humanoid figures sipping from between the trees of the forest. Apon a closer look, they looked like walking corpses with their bodies shaped unnaturally, their hair falling down, their eyes hollow, their mouths disintegrating and drool coming out from between their teeth.
They started surrounding him slowly dragging their feet around as if they didn't have full control of their bodies.
His horse, Elwood, ran away into a gap between the ghouls before the could could surround them fully. The ghouls seemed to not care about Elwood the horse and continued walking towards Frost. It knew very will that it would only get in the way of it's owner.
The ghouls approached Frost slowly. He didn't change his stance. And slowly unscathed his broad sword. One could see that it had a hilt made of monster bones
When an ghoul appeared in front of him, Frost swung his sword smoothly holding his broadsword with one of his hand immediately decapitating the ghoul sending it's arm flying.
Blood splurted out of its arm with a sound of 'Sssssssss' accompanying it and shortly after the ghoul's head was cut off with one smooth strike, it moved a few steps back and fell lifelessly on the ground.
The other ghouls did not stop their advances and slowly moved towards Frost who did not move from his original position but kept his stance preparing to take on the ghouls when they enter his zone.
Ghouls kept getting closer and closer. like moths attracted to flames while Frost kept slicing them left and right. Some in the head with blood shooting upwards like a fountain, while slicing some in the stomach which resulted in their intestines bursting from their lower stomach.
Stench of rotten blood started filling the area where the slaughter was talking place.
The thing which made Ghouls terrifying was the fact that they come in endless hordes which can extend the fight for a couple of hours.
The ghouls did not stop their advances and Frost remained in the same place swinging his broadsword painting the place with deep crimson red.
The onslaught continued for a few hours with Frost swinging his broadsword nonstop.
Frost's whole body was bathed with a mixture of sweat and the rotten blood of ghouls.
The Ghouls while moving mindlessly towards Frost like a moth mindlessly flying towards a flame, started coming in huge numbers at the same time.
After a few hours of the endless swarm of ghouls. Frost felt his fatigue that was slowly building up, as his swings started to lose their speed and feel heavy while slaughtering the ghouls.
The ghouls slowly surrounded Frost as they close the distance between them.
When the ghouls surrounded Frost, he lowered his sword and pointed his sweaty hands towards the horde of ghoul.
He chanted a word 'Schockwelle' silently then a massive force came out of his hands blowing all the ghouls in that direction away with with their bodies tattered. He looked at his bloodied and sweaty hands with a frown.
He spoke for the first time in a few hours with an irritated expression," Shit, I did not want to use this shitty power".
He repeated the word for a few times while pointing his hands towards the ghouls in different directions and all the surroundings ghouls were blown away with their bodies disfigured.
The sun started to rise and the number of ghouls lessened to a few tens. Noticing this, Frost ran away and hid behind a rotten tree to take a breather for a few seconds.
While the ghouls closed the distance towards Frost. He started preparing himself to finish it up.
The sound of dried leaves being slowly stepped filled the surroundings along with the sound of the groaning ghouls getting closer and closer.
When the sound was close enough. He held his broadsword which was reeking of ghoul blood.
When Frost was preparing to attack, he heard a different sound. It was as if a beast was rapidly running towards him.
What came to Frost's view next surprised him!, as he could see Elwood running quickly towards his direction majestically.
"neighhhhhh.....!!!", said the black horse and rushed towards the direction of Frost.
Frost noticed a Ghoul closing in and prepared for the attack, but did not need to do anything as Elwood quickly came and dashed the ghoul sending it flying.
The ghoul had butted against a dried tree after being basically flown away by Elwood.
Frost slowly walked towards Elwood and swung down his broadsword against the fallen ghoul's neck.
Frost started stroking Elwood's neck and started speaking,: "Now, that's my girl. Come lets beat the shit out of these ghouls".
Frost climbed Elwood's back and started riding her. He ordered her to start moving in circles eventually passing through the ghouls, so he could slice their necks quickly while moving.
After a few rounds of moving with Elwood and slicing dozens of ghoul's neck. Only a few remained which were quickly taken care of by Frost and Elwood.
Frost looked exhausted and sheathed his bloodied broadsword. He slowly positioned his neck towards Elwood's long back neck and closed his eyes after speaking the following sentences.
"Partner, let me rest a bit and you slowly drift towards the unknown forest ahead of you without worrying about any dangers".
Frost's eyes which were had turned into deep crimson color turned to there original color all the bulging veins near his eyes disappeared
Elwood neighed and started walking towards the forests with Frost resting on its back.
After a few hours of traveling frost had finally woken up.
Shortly after, He discovers chopped trees in the distance which were a sign of a settlement in the area.
After travelling non horseback for a few hours he finally reached the settlement.
It was a village that gave off an eerie unpleasant vibe.
Frost gasped in surprise as it was very unusual for a small settlement to be present in this area.
He thought to himself: 'Shit, have I missed something important while sleeping? guess I'll have to visit a brothel or an inn to get some basic information."
Frost entered the wooden gate which was the village entrance, he noticed that it was in bad condition. He gave no mind to that and started moving towards one of the houses.
He knocked on the door of some rundown house a few times but no one responded
He banged the door forcefully, but after a couple of bangs the door fell off.
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"Damed, shitty door." He said while entering the house.
"Hello, anyone here? Sorry about your door, it kinda broke while I was banging on it."
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He continued walking in the house asking if anyone was there soon after he opened one of the rooms and what he found left him with quite the shock.
"Ahh shit, do I have to deal with his now?"
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