This town had done something to incur this munch wrath from so many dark entities. The large figure would lead cold stare to where he was needed. Munch like a virus followed a blood cell to the organ it was familiar with. He followed. All around this figure of retribution people died. Some of the guards dared to show themselves. "Foolish." he thought to himself. His sword took there life and there body heat. A long sword strike appeared out of his chest to no avail. Adjusting his grip the shadow of man thrusted his own sword into his own image. The resulting scream was cut short as the blade found a home in the would be heroes throat. Onward the death of men would follow. This was truly a forsaken town.