An army of darkness that teemed with unholy energy stood an army of monsters that radiated power and might. The heat that they gave off contrasted sharply against the cold of the dark army.
At the back of this army was a lone skeleton whose armor glistened in the brightness that was radiated by this strange realm. A stone wall slowly rose behind him, sealing off the area that marked the boss room.
As the spectators of this sight watched from behind their protective stealth spell, they discussed amongst themselves.
"What the?! Is that a Necromancer?!" A young man that looked to be in his early twenties gasped.
"No, it's a flipping Holy Priestess. Of course, it's a Necromancer, you dimwit!" Another man responded harshly.
