Haunted by the ghosts of the dead past, empty and deserted, scattered with sheaths and scabbards of the strong and the swift, the shadows beneath the chasm lit a ghostly light that began glow and grow
Dimly visible in the throbbing radiance floated an ancient skull, appallingly deformed. Bleached bone glimmers in the midst of his unholy nimbus
Great beads of perspiration grew from his dark brow. His eyes blazed with terror. Primordiortion[?] rituals, his blood. His lips, unconsciously a snarl
Bronze fist descended like sledgehammer, bashing the brains from misshapen vertex. A cry of fierce exultation was released as obsidian sword cleaved solid flesh and immortal coil
Iron fingers crushed life