It was a battle between nightly terrors and at times I stood dumbfounded with my fellow guardsmen at the sights we witnessed. The citizens of our town ran screaming before the fury being unleashed by the living dead and the demon cult that clashed upon our streets. The undead monstrosity the bards call Skhull charged the town square. A single cultist stepped forward to challenge him, and its face suddenly peeled back in ways too terrible to describe. They stood there facing each other, hesitation apparent, as if they were each uncertain as to which of them was the most unbearable. Mercifully we were under no such obligation and fled with the others.
