The marching steps reverberate through the ground, their clanking sounds echoing into the soundless night. It was supposed to be, but then shouts of varying noises filled the area, weapons clashing against flesh and flesh ripping into another flesh. It was such a gory and horrifying sight to behold.
The intensity became louder and louder, and soon enough, the noise became so loud that even those inside their residences could hear them. The outside was chaotic, yet on the inside of the homes, there were only murmurs, murmurs of prayers, and the sounds of weeping.
Children, adults, and old people were all praying in a circle, wishing for it all to end; whilst some were weeping, most tried to hold in their tears. They were all wishing and hoping for daybreak to come sooner so that the safety of their homes would not be compromised.
If this falls now, they would have nowhere to go; they cannot venture into the darkness or retreat into another stronghold; it is after the night of the red moon; you'd be completely insane to do that.
So, even though it was futile, they prayed to a god that had already abandoned them. They all knew it, but they still prayed because belief is what matters, and faith is the most important. So they prayed.
The sounds of war were getting more and more intense. The defenders were holding back the ghouls with all their might. Strategic relocations of defenders were done; those walls that were not attacked were relocated, leaving only a few defenders. Whether that was the right choice, only the future could tell.
After all, they do not have a choice; they only have limited manpower, and the ghouls seem to ever increase in numbers, and they are only left to dwindle down.
A man who was part of the strategic relocation arrived at the sea of battle; he could not help but gawk at the horror that he was seeing. The battlefield were turned into a sea of fire as ghouls were pouring in from the walls.
With fear in his heart, he brandished his sword and started muttering a few unknown words. His eyes glittered with light as his sword glowed, and an aura covered it from a few centimeters from it.
Anger was present in his mind, but fear was in the heart. The mind had overridden the heart; he put on the act of bravery and charged forward. With that in mind, he glanced from left to right. His eyes darted around until he found someone who was pinned down.
He made quick strides towards the man; the man was desperate; he was bitten all over, but he was still resisting; he was going to fight to the death. It was not until somebody slashed the ghoul that was pinning him down that he felt a sense of relief, but then dread took over. He was bitten, his death was eventual, and fear was present, but the man reassured him that he must defend himself as he was still sane.
He remembered his family, and so he took a stand and charged at the enemy at the cost of his life. Meanwhile, the man who saved him, the one with the sword aura, once again looked around, looking for his next target. Once he found one, he moved with vain swiftness.
He arrived at the front gate; the ground was trembling, and loud bangs were coming from the giant gate. Upon staring at the gate, he could see Fat men were trying to get in, as well, and dozens, if not hundreds, of low-ranked ghouls were also present.
Not minding that, as the gate was shut firmly tight, he moved closer into the battle, where there were five ghouls battling a losing squad of soldiers. He entered the fray and slashed the first unsuspecting ghoul. The ghoul fell to the ground, and after he stabbed it with his blade. The ghoul stopped moving as it lay lifelessly.
The squad looked at him in delight, and the ghouls were shocked at his entrance, especially after seeing him brandishing a glowing sword. The ghouls proceeded with caution present in their actions.
They maintained their distance as if stalking their prey. Then unsuspectingly, they looked at each other and then towards the man. The ghouls seemed to be in agreement. With that in their minds, they moved in unison, trying to pincer attack the man with the glowing blade.
The squad that he rescued noticed this and attempted to help him. Unfortunately, they were outsmarted by the ghouls, as before they charged into the man, they quickly changed and charged towards the squad. It was not a pincer attack, but a bait and switch. They were all completely outclassed by the ghouls.
With the changing positions, they fell defenseless; it was the perfect timing for an attack, that the ghouls took advantage of. The ghouls came and slashed the squad that had been rescued, and the man could only watch in horror as he was too far from them.
Anger evidently present in his expression, he charged forward and started slashing mindlessly. He was destroyed by the fact of his own incompetence and inability, so he poured it all into anger. The ghouls, seeing his rage fighting, took advantage of this.
Three ghouls continued fighting, and the other split from them. The other ran and brought out a box. It grabbed hold of a torch and dropped the box in the front of the gate. Seeing the ghoul from the other side, the fatmen and other ghouls got more rowdy and noisy.
The man sensed amiss, and so he looked from side to side and noticed that he was only fighting three ghouls. There was something wrong; he only killed one, so where was the other one? He glanced around and saw where the missing ghoul was.
The ghoul was at the front of the gate, and behind it was a box on TNT; the ghoul looked at him and him on the ghoul with horror. The ghoul dropped the fire, and a loud, fiery explosion took place. Taking both of them into the abyss.
The gates were breached, and a breakthrough of ghouls has transpired.