The silent streets were oppressed by the Yin Soldiers like dark clouds descending; the iron hooves of Skull Ghost Horses shattered the ground, their purple glowing eyes intermittently flashing.
All the weapons of the Yin Soldiers reflected a cold murderous intent under the ghostly moonlight obscured by haze.
They charged forward, smashing through all obstacles in their path: vehicles, street lights, bollards, as if everything would crumble under their iron hooves.
They were determined to trample the arrogant human trying to break through the army alone into fragments!
This was the ultimate funeral for a brave soul, commendable for his courage and foolishness in trying to hold back a whole army alone for his comrades, but great nonetheless!
Though there were a million, he would go forth!
Good! Very good!
The Ghost Soldier Commander would grant this brave soul the most noble death—he would die in battle, just like them!
And after death, accept him as a new Yin Soldier.
