The continuous roar had completely shattered the tranquility of Cemetery No. 3, as the flames spewing from the gun's muzzle illuminated the thick fog again and again. Twisted shadows emerged from the mist, only to fall one by one to the sacred fire and metallic onslaught—where they fell, a black and ominous substance had already spread across the path.
These were clearly no longer "restless corpses"—they were more blasphemous, more ominous entities that had to be exterminated right here.
The old man was an accurate shot, with the deformed creatures that emerged from the fog moving like sluggish reptiles in his eyes. Even through the heavy fog, he could pick them off one by one.
In fact, he was even more skilled with a dagger and walking stick, with more experience—but the old man knew he had to avoid engaging the monsters in close combat for as long as possible.
