Father Tooke could be heard on the floor above, praying out loud from up the main staircase. The insane wails persisted in relentless waves.
The shadows had infiltrated the walls, showing all terrible scenes that gave a pictorial account of hundreds of final moments. These ghosts were more than restless; they were trapped in anguish, and overwrought with the pain of it. Something or someone had stirred the phantoms from their places in the ground.
"Do you think that the Priest will be able to annihilate them all?" Bart asked timidly.
His fear had got the better of him - as this generation of the fallen ghosts were a far wilder lot that even he had been used to. The streets of Medieval England must have truly been a rugged place to survive in.
"I don't know" Brogan considered "he has some powerful magic I have heard, and that is why Puck did bring him to us. His strength is the kind that could reduce ghouls into dust I don't doubt. When all settles we can go back to our party.” Although he said this reassuringly, he had never known anything like this before, and it worried him.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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