Under the moonlight, the three were not just posing. As the ghouls noticed them and assumed a combat stance, the figure holding the sword vanished from under the moon. The ghoul instinctively dodged to the left, but the holy silver great sword still easily severed its arm.
The last time they met, the "Moonlight Greatsword" did not have a remarkable effect on these peculiar Ghoul Liches. But now, beneath the battleground, the Old Cleric had set up enough rituals, and the ghouls' special characteristics were being lost.
As one sword fell, three identical swords appeared simultaneously in the void, but then the Spatial Slash thrown by the undead creature's left hand threw them off course.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
