The whispers of the damned stir as I speak… (Her voice is soft yet commanding, echoing through the graveyard with a haunting power.) Rise, for I am Morbidia Darkwhisper, and the night now bends to my will. (As the graves crack open, the undead claw their way through the earth, their eyes burning with a cold, lifeless fury, ready to obey the will of their new master.)
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