When your enemy is able to kill a person with the power of thought, and then subjugate dead flesh, it becomes very difficult to resist him. But do not think that icons, holy crosses or earnest prayers will save people in a war with the undead. No, they will be helped by trained and dispassionate soldiers serving in the units of the Combat Inquisition. Those who break into the ranks of the wights with a battering ram, causing everything around to burn. Those who look without fear into the grinning mouths of ghouls and measuredly pull the trigger. Those who walk over the corpses of not only enemies, but also their own comrades. Every day they go out to waltz with death, so that once again in a hot and unrestrained dance they trample on their bony feet with pleasure. Because that is their duty.