Underground Kingdom.
The quiet square.
Hundreds of disembodied ghosts floated above the square, as thousands of zombies crawled upon the ground.
They surrounded the beam of light projecting from the center of the square, as if yearning for something.
Flesh... no, the concept of hunger had left them long ago. Cursed by the All Gods, they could only exist in a state between life and death, enduring eternal punishment.
However, if they could touch the warmth of life, they too could obtain momentary salvation.
Of course, the way they sought this warmth of life was something ordinary people could never accept.
The mercenary that leapt down from the crater was captured by the swarming ghosts and zombies, who devoured his flesh bite by bite, seizing the warmth from his body in the most direct manner.
And at that moment.
