Currently, Radus sat in his throne room with a very old giant. He seemed to be one of the elders of the village, and as Radus sighed, he had no idea what had happened to him last night. But if his gut feeling was true.. It was either someone playing a prank on him, or Carus and Rena had really cursed him when they died. “Can dead people curse someone in their last breath?” He asked the elder, who looked at him a bit confused before thinking. “It certainly is possible, as spirits and souls exist in this universe. So, the idea of ghosts isn't that far fetched, and if there is a ghost, manifesting that curse on its dying breath seems plausible, but only for someone they'd hate with all their heart. Why do you ask, young chief?”

“No reason, and you can just call me chief, you can be dismissed now,” he said. He still didn't like how people called him young chief, even when he had all the power. He despised them looking down on him like that. He was the chief, the one with everything, the one that made the rules as he sighed. He knew the real reason behind that is because they still had hope.

He should have done it long ago. He should have gotten rid of that hope and so he decided to do just that. He walked towards the cabin that had the old chief in. He was in a comatose state, but he wasn't dead… not yet but soon will be, atleast. As he told the guards near the cabin to leave him and the chief alone because he wanted to have a heart to heart talk with him…

The guards understood and did so. When he entered the room, he saw how bland it was. It was the house the old chief lived in, and he wasn't someone who really liked to change stuff around him, which was reflected in his leadership. He never even threw away the books he had that were half burnt from the attack of the wolves and the great fire years ago. Even just remembering that incident made Radus mad. Why couldn't the chief just protect everyone, and do his job properly. If that day, the chief wouldn't have failed, he wouldn't have had to grow up an orphan. He heard a lot about his parents from others, and how great they were, but he never got to see it first hand. He sometimes really wondered what his life could have been like if they didn't die that day.

“You ruined my life. I fucking hate you and even when you're hanging on deaths door, you wont let me have the little bit of respect I have earned and worked so hard for. I fucking hate you, you old coot. You failed me, you failed your son, you failed my parents and you failed your wife. Just die already. I'll be sending you to hell myself. Tell the devil I said hi.” He said in an angry tone, as his hands started moving towards the old man's neck to make a decision right then and take what was his once and for all.

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But as he was about to choke the old man, the lights in the room started flickering. All the candles were blown away by a strong gust of wind that came out of nowhere. The room was dark, and suddenly it started getting cold out of nowhere. Radus had a feeling whatever was going on was not normal, as he tried to grab his axe but he was not carrying it. Why would he bring a weapon into the cabin of the person that was defenseless to fight back?

Regardless, something was wrong right now as he looked around the room with a panicked look.

The smell of rotting corpses filled the room, as he covered his nose with a disgusted look on his face. He looked around as he saw the room getting filled by white fog all around him. It made him panic worse, because this all seemed like a supernatural curse or something. He ran towards the door trying to open it, but it was locked. No matter how much he banged against it or how much force he exerted, it didn't even budge, as if it was a wall.

He was scared, and he felt that something was constantly looking at him, keeping an eye on him. He wanted to break through the door, but he felt so weak. He was scared beyond reason right now.

As soon as he turned around, his worst fear came to pass. As he turned his face, he saw Carus's corpse hanging from the ceiling right in front of him. His face half gone, his eyes bleeding tears and his whole color white as snow. His hair messy and half his body rotten as he hung upside down from the ceiling right in front of him suddenly yelling. “YOU WILL PAY!”

Carus's ghost grabbed both of Radus's shoulders with his hands and squeezed them tightly. Radus in a panic punched the ghost, as he was sent flying back. The ghosts nose was broken as he bled. Radus felt the warm blood on his fist and finally came back to his senses. It didn't take a genius to realize this was all a trick and the motherfucker had survived this entire time. He still had no idea why he tried to do this bullshit, but the only thing that this did was make Radus mad. “I'll make sure to finish the job myself this time, you fucking bastard!”

Meanwhile, Jack, who was sitting atop a lantern on a nearby wall, was watching all this. His plan worked flawlessly and the distraction did its job. Now, it was his turn to sweep in and save the day. “Well, that went as good as planned.” he said, before jumping down from the lamp and getting ready to do his part.