"Chilling Cold and Disease Brought by Vengeful Spirits"
The cold could consume a person's thoughts.
Gelman felt as if his thoughts had stalled for a moment, but he quickly came back to his senses.
"They're here."
They had planned to stay up all night. The "enemies" they needed to guard against had finally arrived.
Everyone tensed, ready for the fight.
What came next would test them in both body and mind.
The ragged moon quietly hid behind the clouds, turning a blind eye to everything that was happening. The sky grew even darker.
Amid the "wooo" of ghostly wails, an even more terrifying monster—the cold—silently enveloped the area.
In an instant, long white strips of cloth emerged from behind the gray-white rocks and between the lumbering giant beasts.
The strips of cloth twisted together in the howling gale, revealing their ghastly faces!
Hollow eyes, rotted teeth, pallid faces twisted like skulls, bodies drifting like smoke...
They were vengeful souls, unclean spirits—wraiths who had all contracted the "Undead Disease," then escaped their empty shells. They could never find peace, and, fearing the light, were forced to hide by day and wander in despair by night!
Some of the wraiths were as large as dragons, while others were as tiny as gnats. They had no physical form, yet they brought cold and disease!
They passed without a care through the hollow giant beasts, breathing out clouds of frost.
"Woooo—"
They soon noticed Gelman and the others, and grew jealous of their warm bodies.
Living beings... They had bodies, could embrace each other for warmth, walk beneath the sun, and freely experience everything in the world... But why?
Why could they enjoy such happiness, while the wraiths had to race against time and remain miserable little creatures forever?
It was so unfair!
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