In the Land of Slumber, sleep was vital. If one couldn't sleep, the only thing left to do was to stare at the endless tombstones and contemplate life.
"Didn't you know I have nervous insomnia and nightmares? I barely managed to fall asleep for once only to be woken by your wailing. I swear, it's too... wait, who're you, invaders?"
The Witch that got up cursing from the overturned tombstone didn't notice Ange and the others until the end of her rant. The instant she did, she spotted their oddities and her face lit up with excitement.
"Are you invaders? You are, aren't you? That's fantastic!" The excited Witch leapt from her tomb, releasing a soul-piercing screech "Wake up, we have invaders! We have something to do!"
Her soul-shrieking spread like a storm, and tombstones around her, whether flipped or slid open one by one, letting loose skeleton necromancer Undead who spread out like ripples.
