Defeat no longer

An air of fear invaded as the ghosts emerged. Their temporary rage of killing a few enemies had vanished as the ghosts scurried towards the vast demon army. Ghosts descended from large sand hills, covering fast a chasm beneath the hill’s feet.

The demon army’s bellowing had dampened, cowed with the ghastly sight. The demons’ faces now turned sour, their bravery escaped their expression. The once battle cry that shook the bed of sand was suddenly in question.

“The ghosts of Leechway!” One demon pointed at the far left. The army halted their approach. All of them glanced at the crawling distorted images of ghosts, appearing and reappearing as they moved.

“The ghosts in protest. Maybe they are on our side!” One demon responded.

“No, they seemed to be on the attack! They do not have sides.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Shall we fight them or run?”

“Escape while we can!”

“We can’t escape them. We have nowhere to run. We face them to the death!”