The Re-Spawning of Bloodfang
As if the cheers of relief from slaying of the kingdom's menis had taunted and pentirated into the depths of Hell...
The once silenced catacombs that was den to the imfamous Bloodfang now echo's in the distance of an all too farmiliar howl. A curdling growl spawning from the depth's of the carvern's tunnels, now rumbled the ground.
The eye's of the village looked towards the mountain.
The Darkened clouds that engulfed the summit seemed to circle and thicken as the sounds of thunder grew with intensity.
The kingdom demanded the Warriors to take arm's and secure this unconcievable Fear which was growing in each passing moment. But if this was just a storm falling upon their village... it was one they never witnessed before and not one from this world.
It was mid afternoon by the time the warriors arrived at the entrance of the deceased boss's strongehold. Even the strongest of knights had their heart's tight within their throats. Doing all they could to keep themselves from trembling of this unknow... Slowly... one by one they entered into the abis.
The chambers seemed darker then most had remembered. Even the air seemed scarce. Something was wronge but none dared to speak. Things were different, the tunnels were not as they remembered during the day of Triumph.
It was too cold... and far too dark.
As they spiraled down, only the sounds of their quicked hearts, and the numbness of their souls, could they hear or feel. And then it happened...
As if a child had burned their hands on an open flame... the screams of terror and pain shattered the silence...
The Village knew...
There was no hope.
Bloodfang had Returned from the grave.
