Marconi slammed his staff into the ground. His eyes burned with madness as he lifted his arms to the sky.
"Oh, great Lord Peru, hear me! Accept this sacrifice and grant me your power! Let the dead rise and devour all who stand against your divine will!"
The air shook following his call. The ground cracked open from which dark mist oozed out, thick and foul, curling like the fingers of the damned.
Then from them, bones started to emerge.
Rotten hands burst from the soil. Skeletal figures clawed their way out, their empty eye sockets burning with eerie blue flames. More and more dragged themselves up, bodies twisted and broken, reeking of death and decay.
Kael took a step back, then suddenly snickered.
"Ahh… classic evil priest nonsense."
The undead lurched forward, ready to attack. But Kael just raised his hand, flashing the ring on his finger.
A fierce blue light exploded from it, cutting through the dark mist.
"BLUE KNIGHT LEGION OF VEYDRIN!" His voice boomed like thunder.
