Over a hundred ghosts, partially material and partially ethereal, seemed to float as they walked towards Catherine, their feet barely touching the ground.
Though they're now nothing more than vague white shadows, you could still make out their goblin-like figures from before, through their face and body shape. Draped in confusion, they flailed their random weapons and slowly closed in on us. They seemed aimless but Catherine knew better. Undead creatures are hypersensitive to both the living and the dead. They had obviously locked us up in their sights; they were just a bit closer to revealing their innate brutality - a loathing they have always had for the living.