~She stares out across the realm of light, her cold aura flooding the land, forcing people into a state of despair.~
"People of Hiercanoplis! From this day forth, your land is mine. You are all my servants, and shall do as I desire!"
~A wave of darkness washes across the land, morphing the people into creatures from the deepest depths of the Realm of Knightmares, twisting them into beings if unimaginable horror, Rotting flesh from their bones, and walking corpses.~
"This land is mine...."
~The necromancer stares out at her masterpiece, smiling inside.~
"Orthos, Go to Barbaras. Bring me the King's most beloved servant."
~The huge mass of mutated man turns from his master, making only a gurgling noise and vanishes in a swirl of blackness.~
"No one sill stop me."