Chapter 18: Dreadfang Cavern (IV)
As they had expected, it was four giant Ghoul Knights who dashed out from the shadows, their dark eyes staring death right at the group.
The Ghoul Knights (Guardians) were greatly towering, broad-shouldered, and covered in plates of bone armor that clacked with every movement. Their glowing dark eyes swept across the chamber like searchlights, and their jagged claws scraped against the stone floor. They looked less like creatures and more like sieges of weapons carved from flesh and death.
"Four Ghoul Knights, coming to attack us and leaving just one to protect the Ghoul Lord. That's rare," Alexa commented as she stared at the Ghouls approaching.
"Guess the Ghoul Elders got a shift today. They must be—"
Before Jon could finish his statement, a sudden whoosh surged from behind, followed by a cold gust that swept over the party. Thick, grey mist exploded into the chamber like a smoke bomb, swallowing the light from their torches and clouding the space around them.
"Fog spell!" Alexa shouted.
But her voice was already muffled.
Dozens of low, echoing growls filled the chamber. From all sides, silhouettes moved through the fog like shadows in a nightmare.
"The Ghoul Elders," Callum muttered grimly, tightening his grip on his sword.
Thirteen shapes crept forward, each draped in black and bone. Each one seemed to mutter incantations, their long fingers tracing runes into the air, keeping the fog thick and disorienting. Sharp dark eyes gleamed through the haze, blinking in perfect synchronization. They had surrounded them.
"We should regroup!" Callum ordered.