His face turned pale, As his pulse weakened, nausea arose in his gut.
He could've won this fight but he lost.
Not only that, he thought to himself, 'They're right. With such a performance, no wonder I'm not welcome here
Everyone gathered had an unamused look on their face,
And as they left he felt his heart being clutched as if with everyone who stepped away
Part of his heart was being taken.
His master's voice echoed in his ears, close yet distant "I have taught you all I can, go out there and save us"
Once he was awakened from the shock
He started looking around him
Slowly, methodically,
He only found one person standing over him, It was the pyromancer from before
He avoided eye contact, choosing instead to look at the sand and dirt.
His body curled and closed, his head twisting inwards as if to hide.
After that performance, he wished that the ground would come up and swallow him,
He wished he would no longer exist.
He started walking towards his tent, every step feeling as heavy as pushing a mountain.
He arrived with barely any energy to even push the piece of green clothes covering the entrance.
He just walked through it.
And laid in his tent
Devastated
Shaky
And feeling as if hope just barely slipped from between his hands.
As his body hit the hard sleeping bag he had
He felt it itch full of bugs as he didn't close his tent well
But he still laid in it too lazy and tired to do anything about it, It would be a long travel after this.
So he might as well rest for all he can
He thought to himself, 'Yeah, even though I lost, I still can't die just yet…. No matter how much I want to die, I just can't end the journey this early'
'yeah I should probably just rest for a few hours before I get going' and so, he fell into a deep slumber
Only to be awakened by high-pitched screams
The metallic taste of fear and blood struck his mouth
He woke up instantly his mind was 'Am I being attacked'
No something went wrong, he could feel it in his skeleton
He looked around him but thought 'Oh damn it's not me, this entire place is being attacked'
Without a second thought, he rushed outside to see
He saw something he had never seen before
He got goosebumps throughout his entire body
An uncomfortable tingle and shiver
His stance was frozen
His eyes widened as he saw….
Tall white humanoids, they were boney
Their proportions were all wrong.
Arms longer than others
Elongated faces
And every single one of them had massive sharp teeth
They barely had any clothes on and they were devouring people all around him
Everywhere there were dead bodies
He got his cool together and started analyzing the situation
'their description is exactly like master described ghouls, this is why the attack is so well coordinated
Ghouls have an intelligence that rivals that of humans'
Before he was done thinking
The voice of truth interrupted with "FIGHT, THIS IS YOUR CHANCE, YOU HAVE TO FIGHT, IT'S NOW OR NEVER"
The voice never failed him so he shall not fail it so our hero ran as fast as he could,
feeling his body strong and powerful way more than when he lost.
It was dead bodies everywhere, But in a sick way that may have saved him.
He wouldn't have been able to do all that running, talking, and thinking without the adrenaline rush
He was seeing them, feeling every bone that was cut, every piece of clothing turned apart
He could smell the blood and taste it in his mouth, it tasted unpleasant.
After a bit of searching and his stomach feeling like full acid because of seeing so many rotten and devoured corpses.
Meurum finally found what he was looking for the sword that got launched from his hand,
It was still laying there on the ground.
He has always been lucky and as always he got lucky again,
No one picked it up; he picked it up and looked around.
He saw what he needed to protect…. 'the pyromancer is there still fighting?!'he thought to himself
Our hero looked around her he saw 5 tall pale colossal ghouls touring above her,
Circling around her they were ready to finish her off.
She was alone, yet she was still barely holding her own, She threw spell after spell but to no purpose,
Her weakened spells were being repelled by their hardened pearly skin.
His hands were trembling violently,
He was scared.
But his body moved on its own, and before he knew it he was at the back of one of them
He threw his blade at one of them with the edge perfectly aligned at his neck
Our hero but all his weight behind that attack
He felt blood being drawn and his sword cutting through flesh and bone
And then all the ghouls suddenly stopped
When they saw…. The head of one of them flew off.
It slowly hits the ground his
Dirt bouncing off hitting its lifeless eyes
He even thought to himself ' I DID THAT?!'
Blood was being launched everywhere like a beautiful fountain
As the giant lifeless body fell to the ground
Like a giant avalanche collapsing on itself
That gave the pyromancer just enough of an opening to cast a spell
Divine flames engulfed another one of them
The orange and red flames turned his body from snow white to ashy black
Melting through it's claws, meurum could feel the burning fire heating up his skin.
A screech could be heard from kilometers away
Just like the one that awakened our hero but this time it wasn't out of fear nor was it human,
It was of anger, the bloodlust could be heard in his screech.
But the one thing that was apparently the most was the pain.
Make both of their ears
A terrifying beautiful sight to be seen
But they couldn't be bothered to watch it
As they had 3 more ghouls to deal with