Darkness spread beneath Kael's feet from which arms emerged.
The figure raised a hand, and suddenly, the ground beneath Kael shifted. A wave of mist spread out, and ghostly forms started to emerge from the shadows—warriors clad in tattered armor, their hollow eyes burning with spectral flames.
Ghost Skeleton Soldiers..
Kael cracked his knuckles, his grin widening.
"Son of bitch,can't you all come out at once."
The first ghost lunged at him, sword flashing. Kael twisted his body, barely dodging, and countered with a brutal punch that cracked through the ethereal being's armor.
But it wasn't enough.
The ghost reformed instantly, its burning eyes locking onto him again.
Kael clicked his tongue. "Tch. So, I need to do more than just hit them."
From the darkness, more figures emerged six, ten, twenty each one radiating a suffocating, chilling presence.
While ghosts attacked, the Death Knight stood as roadblocks to stop him.
"Oh? Now this is getting interesting."
