Several disappearances and unexplained events have been registered shorty after the commercialization of an ancient statue linked to some legends from a mysterious place called "Reich der Finsternis" in eastern Germany, there is no know route leadin...
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The demons' menacing stares bore into them, their grotesque faces twisted with psychotic and lustful grins that hinted at a depraved hunger. Liz held her gun firmly despite the tremors running through her arms, struggling to lock onto a target as the abominations advanced slowly. Their circle tightened with each step, and the heat of their rancid breath began to fill the air.
"Oh, my God," Bernard murmured between strained breaths, struggling to keep his aim steady as his gaze flitted from one creature to another.
One demon, an anthropomorphic beast with bovine legs, brandished a massive sword in its hairy hands. Its skull, shaped like an inverted triangle, seemed like a macabre emblem of evil. Another, naked save for a thick coat of dark fur and long, curling horns, flexed its claws, which extended into long, serrated blades.
The abominations roared in unison, a sound so shrill it made even the bravest quail. Then they lunged forward, weapons raised high and poised to strike. A wolf-like demon covered in gray fur charged them, swinging a sword, while another lunged with a spear. Liz and Bernard opened fire simultaneously, heartbeats pounding in their ears as they fought for their lives, dreading the thought of those jagged weapons tearing into their flesh.
Their bullets found their marks, and one by one, the creatures fell to the ground, thick, dark blood splattering across the marble floor. But even as they lay dying, the monsters refused to surrender, dragging themselves forward with relentless resolve while those still standing charged again with rabid fury.
Amid the chaos, Bernard took advantage of a brief lull while changing his pistol's magazine. One of the beasts, sensing the opportunity, swung a sword toward his neck. Bernard barely evaded the strike, grabbing the demon's arm and twisting it until the blade fell from its grasp. He snatched it up and plunged it into the creature's chest with all his strength.
Meanwhile, Liz was forced to confront another demon armed with a spear. She spun and delivered a swift kick to its grotesque face, sending it staggering back. Before it could recover, she fired two rounds into its skull, and it crumpled like a broken doll.
Despite their efforts, the nightmare refused to end. Amid the horde, one demon stood out—taller than the others, emaciated to the point of looking skeletal, with impossibly long, bony limbs. It extended one of its hands, which morphed into gleaming steel claws that screeched across the palace floor as it prepared to strike.
"We can't hold them off forever!" Bernard gasped, his voice strangled by fear.
"We need a new plan!" Liz shot back, her eyes scanning the surroundings with frantic intensity. Suddenly, her gaze locked onto the enormous crystal chandelier hanging from the dome above, nearly forgotten amid the chaos. "Bernard, cover me!" she yelled. "I'm going up!"
"What?" Bernard blurted, disbelief and fear coloring his voice as he tightened his grip on his pistol, hands slick with sweat.
Without waiting for his response, Liz had already started sprinting up the stairs. A demon with a triangular face and crimson skin tried to pursue her, but she dropped it with a precise shot over her shoulder.
