In a faraway land, a cursed ghoul ran between the rotted trees. Panting as he never did in life, the death magic coursing through his body shook as he glared back.
Behind him, other ghouls ran covered in blood, rushing to hide in a hole behind a small hill.
"Did it go away?" One of them whispered, his knees shaking.
Another ghoul closed his mouth, "Shut the fuck up! What if it heard you?"
The ghoul glared back at him, screaming inside, ^Why are you shouting then?^
The earth quaked, and the trees cracked as a horrid stench washed over the lands. The devils froze, feeling their souls shake like scared rats.
SIZZLE! Their skin started charring as a wave of hold magic washed over the forest, but they remained still, clenching their teeth in terror. If only they could remain hidden for a few seconds. The monster would move away.
