Ghosts

That's what I'm calling these things. They move through solid objects like ghosts, they don't speak and they're creepy. So ghosts seems like a good name for them. I'm sure there's a better name but who cares. Things we know about them sort of.


They can pass through any non living object at will.
They have pure red eyes.
They are immune to all weaponry.
They can affect things in ways that defy physical laws.


Ie that first one broke Harold's arm by twisting the bone itself through his arm without fully twisting the arm.


So yeah can only beat these things in hand to hand combat and doing so is risky since they can break bones essentially with a touch.


So knowing all of this how happy do you think we were to find Hiiln again in a stadium with twenty more of the god damn things.


It was like an amphitheater of sorts. Hiiln was on stage and the seats were filled with Ghosts.Like last time shortly after we arrived Hiiln stopped and The Ghosts all turned their attention to us. Harold's arm had healed somehow completely in this short time. He seems to have some strange healing factor. From what I understand he's also recovered from being stabbed in the eye, having his hand cut off and many other injuries. So, I don't really question it now. Anyways, we all got ready for some hand to hand combat as the creatures soared up towards us passing through the seats like they weren't there. We stayed in the doorway so they couldn't all attack us at once and began the fight. As long as we were careful they were pretty easy. The Liar got a leg broken but other than that we managed to kill 7 of them before the fighting suddenly stopped. The Ghosts stopped and retreated. They moved to the walls.

Hiiln raised his staff to us. "Enough. You have come for me. Sent by the Disloyal goddess of loyalty to destroy me. My servants could delay you indefinitely but it is a waste. Come. I will end you now."

We moved forward except The Liar who knelt down in the doorway due to her broken leg. We took out our weapons now that we weren't fighting the ghosts and charged. Seconds later we were all huddled over on the ground as Hiiln's Nihilism washed over us. In hindsight we really should have expected that.

Hiiln laughed. "How did you expect to kill me. You've felt my power before and you failed to bring along your immune friend. You are powerless."

Then Faceless stood up.

Faceless: It's funny. Once the idea of nothing mattering would probably have me crippled on the ground lie the rest of you but, I've been dead. I've seen what awaits after death and I already know that nothing matters. All your doing is confirming what I already know. The best part though. I have a reason to continue. I like killing things. It's fun. I don't need anymore reason than that.

As he finished speaking he moved his hand up and lifted his mask. Birds flew out and lunged towards Hiiln. The effect of Hiiln's power broke and we stood at the same moment as The Ghosts's attacked again. I threw myself at the attacking ghosts, an overwhelming sense of purpose replacing the nihilism. As we fought The Ghosts Faceless attacked Hiiln.

I didn't see the entirety of the fight being too busy smashing the skulls of The Ghosts attacking me but I saw some snatches. Faceless and his birds attacking Hiiln who defended himself with his staff and what looked like a hand glowing with black flame. Eventually most of the ghosts were dead and Harold could handle the remainder so I rushed to help Faceless.

I turned my attention to the fight just as Faceless slashed with his Machete and managed to cut off Hiiln's hand but in return Hiiln caught Faceless with a blow to the side with his staff that audibly shattered or broke some of his ribs. As Faceless fell to his knees I leapt up on to the stage and lunged at Hiiln with a blow to the face. A crack appeared in his skull and he started to fall back but I quickly grabbed his necklace and pulled it off. He caught himself and lunged at me with his staff. Dark fire curled up the length of his staff as he swung it at me and I blocked with his necklace. There was an explosion and I felt the flesh on my hand tear as I was thrown back. When I got back to my feet Hiiln's robes were lying empty on the ground his staff broken and his necklace a charred heap of metal on the ground. My hand hurt and I lifted it to see the damage. All the skin was gone and a useless skeletal hand was all I had left. With no muscles I couldn't use it.

The remaining ghosts of which there seemed to be only two fled upon the death of their master. I looked to see if Harold was ok and saw him staring at the entrance. I looked as well and saw The Liar. She was standing perfectly fine on her broken leg and was holding one of the Ghosts we had killed earlier. She was grinning in a manner that can only be described as creepy. She looked at me and disappeared. Immediately afterward she appeared beside me and grabbed my ruined hand. I felt her flowing into me and felt my will disappearing even as my hand began to regenerate. I felt this earlier and I felt it once before all this. The power of The Dying Man. Some how that grey goo from The Ghosts was restoring her fear powers and judging by the rate by which she was healing me and how easily she had begun to take control of me it wasn't just the power of The Liar piece she had restored to her but the full power of The Dying Man. As soon as my hand was completely healed she withdrew from me back into herself.

Me: Are you... Still The Liar?

The Liar?: No. I'm The Dying Man. The shattered god made whole.

Me: ... You're still on our side though right?

The Dying Man: Our goals are the same that is all I can say.

Me: Fair enough.

With that she or I guess now it was gone. I have the terrible feeling we're going to have to deal with it eventually as well.

Of course my trouble didn't end there. At that moment Genome arrived but I'm too tired now to fill you in on the rest so I'll tell you after a bit of sleep...

Oh, Megan...