The pulse struck up through the mists buffeting the mist aoart as a surging ghost took shape a
Darj skeletal being, with a hard outer skell, and a singular glinting red eye. A Dusknoir shapping its way from the mist, its antenna gleaming. It threw out a hand in a forceful thrust, nearly slamming Zerek with a deady shadow punch. But as ir zoomed by itfaded inti the mists as another ghost came up, a Shade, a Haunter rening up his back with a shadow ckaw that felt like his very essence was sapoed away. Right. They were already dead, and there was no telling just how many were rousing awake.