Though it seemed that the heat of the sun had set but moments ago, he could feel the pale energy of the moon already high in the sky. Air about him was disturbed, it was thick with an unnatural presence. It was like wading through a thick fog of ill intentions. It seems the stars had been correct about there being bad omens in this place. Xin Hai walked calmly to the gates of the city. Oddly enough, he could detect no souls guarding the gate. He expected a town to be more in guard in the dead of night than in the safety of day. The dark was feared by many, but being blind made it define his very existence. Not many people seemed to realize that. It was no matter, he knew something was wrong. He came to the gate and placed a hand on it, it was shut tight. A small breeze picked up, causing leaves to stir from the ground and dance into the air, brushing past Xin Hai's face. This caused him to look up, and notice the top of the wall. Though his faced seemed to not betray a thing, a nearly invisible smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Xin Hai lowered himself into a squatting position and took several deep breaths, then leaped into the air. The air below him seemed distorted as he propelled himself upwards. He did a quick front flip and landed on top of the city wall silently. The moon was at his back as he gazed upon the town. It seemed his omen about a fog of ill omens had been taken literally, as an odd fog spread throughout the city. It was filled with an intent of harm....but something more. in Hai would have to get closer to examine it properly. He prepared himself and dropped into the city.
He walked through the city streets at a calm and even pace. He could hear distant noises throughout the city, though none of them held any interest to him. He believed he was walking down one of the main streets. He wanted to go deeper into town. He was rather thirsty so he was mainly looking for the community well. He heard the clanging of metal on metal, there apparently was a battle happening somewhere. This city was filled with emotions. He could mainly feel confusion and fear washing over him like the tides of the great sea. He wondered what would cause so many people so much fear. He seemed to get his answer as he rounded a corner. Stomping about was what seemed to be a horde of restless souls. He simply gazed at them through his third eye, unsure of what to make of them. There was something off about them.....besides the whole fact that they were ghosts. They seemed to lazily limp about. They were by far the slowest spirits he had ever encountered.
It wasn't long until one of them noticed him. It turned to him and made a terrible wailing sound. It seemed to have alerted it's fellows to his presence. They all turned and started to slowly make their way towards him. He turned to face them fully and he spoke in a very calm voice. "I urge you spirits to find your peace through other means. For if you face me this night.......your passing will not be a pleasant one." His words seemed to have no effect. They still approached him with the intent of harming him. But....there was still something odd about them he couldn't yet identify. The first one raised it's blade high and brought it down onto Xin. Xin simply side stepped the attack. The ghost then slashed at him sideways.....and he dodged once again. Xin made his way through the crowd of ghosts, dodging each one of their attacks with a constant fluid motion. He was like water, instead of trying to overcome obstacles, he flowed around them. He could see the intention of each one of their attacks clearly. But, as he moved through them, the fear and confusion seemed to grow. He found this odd, but he decided not to dwell on it.
When he fully passed the group, he spun around to face them. He then placed both of his hands behind him on the same side and a faint purple light seemed to glow from them. He then thrust them forward towards the group of spirits. "KYAH!" From his hands a slightly visible wave of purple was emitted. It blew past the spirits, shattering windows and blasting hanging signs from their hinges......yet the spirits seemed to be unaffected. "......That always works against spirits" Xin said in disbelief. The ghosts them started to move forward towards him. It wasn't until then did he truly see the ghosts. Chains......shackles of will could be seen through his minds eye. They were wrapped around their necks, wrists and chests. They were all weighing them down to this plane. Forcing them to rise and lock away their will. "Know wonder they are moving so slowly." This was done by an abomination of a Sorcerer. To knowingly enslave the will of the dead........was monstrous. Xin then realized that the fear and confusion......was coming from the ghosts. They were scared and didn't know why they were even here. "You poor souls..." in said with genuine emotion in his voice. "I will break your chains.....you will rest again. I make a vow to Lo this night, that I will free you from your doom." He put himself into a combat position, his forearms suddenly started to glow with a purple energy.
The energy then faded....then the closest ghost struck. He raised his arm to block the incoming blade, which it did. There was a clang and his armed flashed purple when the blade made contact with it. He then made an open palm and pierced it through the ghosts chains on his arm. The rest of the chains seemed to be unraveling. He made another quick jab at the collar on it's neck, shattering it. The ghost then soon shot itself back into the mist. After he had done this, the others chains glowed suddenly and they all let out another wail. They started coming after him faster than before. He began running backwards while deflecting their attacks with different parts of his body. They seemed to began to glide places and attack with a greater fervor. They also seemed to be in a lot of pain. This slightly angered Xin Hai, but it was quickly swat away by his vow.
The main reason why he was running away from them backwards was that he detected a lot of innocents nearby. He wanted to draw them away to a quieter place. He was forced to stop when he sensed more spirits behind him. He was now surrounded. He only sensed one innocent in a house near him. There were three others in the house, two of them had a strand of love connecting there true selves. It wasn't particularly strong, but it was definitely there. The third was connected to both of them by a cord of friendship, one definitely stronger than the other. Xin decided this was good enough. He took a defensive position and waited for them to attack. All was still for what seemed like hours.....then.....they came. They rushed him, blades singing through the wind. He blocked and dodged at different intervals throughout the fight. It was obvious that the horde of ghosts were in control, pushing him around like a cork in white water. Still afloat, yet in no control. He managed to shatter a few of their chains throughout the confusion of battle, but not enough to give him a break. To onlookers, the battle was a cacophony of sparks and wails. Several of the ghosts had flown back in to the mist from which they came, but it was still a battle that not in his favor. Xin Hai quickly realized that he was going to have to resort to other methods in order to win this battle. He quickly ducked an incoming strike, then the air seemed to distort around him. Xin Hai then shot up high into the air. He then landed a mere 20 feet from the group.
Xin Hai then did something very unexpected. He sat down and crossed his legs in a meditative position. He then placed his hands together in a praying position and opened his mouth ever so slightly. A sound then started to emanate from his throat. It started quiet but then grew louder. It resonated throughout the surrounding area, through the very stone and wood. Windows shattered from the pitch of his voice.
(It sounds like this). The sound was deep and almost ethereal sounding, almost like it couldn't come from a person. The ghosts seemed to detest the noise and charged Xin Hai. When their blades came to strike him, they were met with a bubble of purple energy. They all took turns bashing away at his shield, but it held strong. He continued to chant ans loose rocks and broken pieces of glass began to levitate and rise into the sky.
The ghosts all lifted their weapons into the sky to strike a final blow. But, before they could lower their weapons, his shield exploded. The swirling purple energy shot out and grabbed the spirits chains and dragged them into the sky. He continued his chanting and the now floating ghosts chains began to glow wild. After a few moments, all of their chains exploded in a white hot light that was only visible to Xin. They all disappeared and returned to the fog. Xin stopped his chanting and laid back on his hands. He was covered in sweat and he could feel something in his mouth. It's coppery taste was familiar to him, blood. He spat it out of his mouth, then stood up. He dusted himself off and decided he really needed a drink.
He knew that there had to be a lot more ghosts out there, but he would do them no good like he was now. He looked over to the place where the four souls resonated. The houses threshold was weak and near dead. It was definitely abandoned. Therefore, no courtesy was required. He simply walked up to the door and opened it. He stood there silent for a moment, making sure there were actually people near him before he spoke. He could hear the breathing of three people.....but he knew that there was a fourth person.....why could he not hear there breathing. "Excuse the intrusion, but could one of you please direct me to the nearest well?" He said with a very placid tone, as if nothing had even happened.