As the night went on, the light of the moon lit up the massive field of snow in a beautiful silver glow as the earlier thick ashen grey clouds had been completely cleared from the night skies. Leaving only the dazzling vast skies covered in glistening stars that spanned accros the sky as far as the eyes could see.
The cold winds blew across the snowfield in a gentle breeze when suddenly, the air shuddered.
An oppressive yet ominous presence erupted from the body of the undead king, dominating the entire space accros the Greyad plains that even beings all accross the Darknar continent shuddered from the stifling aura.
A dense smoke like aura rapidly oozed of the body of the Eldar Lich as the shadows around him warped the weirdly before solidifying and shoting out of the ground in the shape of an absurdly large pillar that seemed as though it was toching the skies.
