The command to kill the rats spread like wildfire, and Ghoul Shelter was suddenly filled with chaos. Soldiers, alchemists, and even kitchen hands abandoned their tasks, turning the fortress into a killing ground.
A rat dashed across the barracks floor, only to be skewered by an arrow that nailed it to a bed.
Squeak!
Another tried to climb a wall, but a burst of flame engulfed it, leaving nothing but ash clinging to the stone.
Gunshots could also be heard within the mess hall, splattering vermin against the grain sacks.
"Damn it!" a cook shouted, slamming his ladle down in frustration.
"You're staining the grain with their filth!"
The soldiers only laughed before chambering another round as more vermin moved into their sights. Each pull of the trigger sent another rat tumbling lifelessly, the sacks growing dirtier with every kill.
In the kitchens, one rat scurried across a counter, moving between pots.
"Ahh! Just die already! You dirty thing!"
