"What should we do?" Edward looked towards Alexander.
"What's there to say? Kill them!" Alexander responded without a second thought.
"Ha ha... well said! Kill them it is!" Edward laughed heartily. The ice and snow surrounding him accelerated abruptly, and a myriad of snowflakes whirled at breakneck speeds.
Gigantic cyclones of ice and snow hurtled forward, cutting through flesh and sending blood splattering in their wake. Evil Ghosts were swept away, tumbling through the air in disarray.
Both men advanced in unison. Alexander, wielding the Underworld Sword, cut down ghosts with each swing—whether they were Ghost Kings or Ghost Princes, or just common ghosts clouded by greed.
Blood spurted forth, only to be instantly frozen into vivid red snowflakes. In this storm of crimson ice and snow, Alexander and Edward moved steadily but resolutely towards the heart of the ghost town.
