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Slowly one step at a time, Carrie pulled this man back to the church. However, along the way, two ghouls came but they were easily wiped out by the dancing of the wasps. As the dart flew through the bodies of the two monsters, black blood splattered out towards Carrie's direction, painting her face and dress with inky textures. Carrie tried to wipe them away, making a stain of black on her left cheek as if drawn with a brush. Her eyes were on alert for any more ghouls but none came. More sounds of blades. More shrieks. And then, the night was quiet again, save for the groans of a few villagers and the cackles of fires scattered all over the grounds. The black blood smelt just like the ghoul, if not more disgusting but she didn't care for that now. Nevertheless, Carrie kept pulling, with the bloody man dragging behind her. Eventually, they got into the church.

Bolg, however, grimaced as he looked at his own black-stained knuckles. Ack. Disgusting. He looked around, the battle now over. "All right! Get the wounded inside!" He checked the roofs of the houses to see if Moon was up there.