The Ghost team is tasked with clearing a remote village where hostile forces are suspected. The mission seems standard, but as they enter, a strange pressure fills the air. Fog and shadows cast an eerie atmosphere.

— Hold formation. Stay alert. Something’s off. — whispered Keegan.

They proceed cautiously, noticing ominous symbols on the walls and strange markings on stones. Suddenly, they spot villagers standing lifelessly in the road. Keegan signals the team to halt and glances around.

— Wasn’t this village supposed to be abandoned? Who are these people? — asked Hash.

— Don’t relax. Let’s carefully see what’s happening — answered Keegan.

He moves forward, weapon ready.

— We don’t want trouble. Who’s in charge here?

Silence fills the fog, then villagers murmur, “She has awakened… She thirsts for blood…”

The mad gleam in their eyes shifts to rage as they charge.

— Fire at will! — Keegan commands.

Shots tear through the air, cultists fall, but more take their place, rising as if immune to pain. Nearly out of ammo, the team retreats to a half-ruined church nearby.

— What is this?! They’re like zombies! — says Merrick.

— Could it be black magic? Maybe they’re cursed? — Kick wonders.

Keegan notices symbols and rituals on the church walls, depicting a strange, red-eyed creature.

— They’ve awakened… something. Looks like it’s their god.

Thick fog begins to seep into the church, forming a dark silhouette. A chilling voice resonates, as though from the fog itself:

— Mortals, you dare tread on my land… Your fear is a sweet gift to me.