Flashback To Cy's Quest (5)
The other ghosts hesitated for a moment, their malevolent intentions momentarily disrupted by the power of the darkened spear. I seized the opportunity, swinging the weapon in sweeping arcs, striking at the oncoming phantoms with a ferocity born of desperation. Each strike was accompanied by a burst of shadowy energy that tore through the spectral sailors, sending them scattering in all directions.
The cove reverberated with the echoes of their torment as they faded into the ghostly fog, their cries of anguish mingling with the mournful whispers of the innocent souls caught in this cursed place.
With each swing of the darkened spear, I felt the weight of the cove's malevolence lifting, if only momentarily. It was as though the darkness that had pervaded this forsaken place was now my ally, a weapon forged from the very essence of its haunted depths.