The man's death was the trigger for more.
Blood was splattered in the air from all sides.
Sometimes, the abominations would pass through a person's body, freezing it from the inside out before breaking it like ceramic.
As the forest continued to be shrouded in darkness, Lenny stood tall, his eyes ablaze with determination.
In each hand, he wielded his Katana swords, their gleaming blades reflecting the dim light that struggled to pierce through the ominous mist.
This land, plagued by an army of malevolent negative spirits, their shadowy forms haunting everything in their path, stood before his advance.
As the horde of dark, negative spirits descended upon him, Lenny took the lead without hesitation.
With a battle cry that resonated in competition with the thunder above, he charged headlong into the heart of the oncoming darkness. His two swords slashed and parred with unmatched precision.
