The ghost lunged from a person to a person, clawing mindlessly at anyone near. Its attacks passed harmlessly through clothing and any armor, but singed the flesh with the Dark energy that fueled the ghost.
The mob's advance slowed down, then stopped completely. The front rows cried in fear and died like flies, while the back rows still didn't understand what was going on and why they weren't marching anymore. Instead of angry shouts and prayers, screams of fear and pain were filling the air.
From the barricade, Aleric was watching this with glee.
"Just look at this, Samuel… Have you ever seen something like this? One day, I will have an entire army of ghosts like this one."
Samuel shook his head.
"Ghosts? Only nascent ones, which are harmless. But this? I only heard about those. Nothing but magic can harm them or protect from them, while their touch is deadly to anything living. This single ghost should be able to kill every man in this crowd all on its own!"
