At Old Fort Sumner, a violent tremor shook the ground. The cage protecting Billy the Kid's grave, a testament to years of frustrated souvenir hunters, erupted in a shower of twisted metal. Within the grave itself, a scene unfolded that defied the laws of life and death.
The skeletal remains of Billy the Kid, long-decayed and weathered, began a horrifying reconstruction. Gnarled bone fused with unseen force, while wisps of green energy, the echoes of tormented souls, danced around the skeletal frame.
Inch by agonizing inch, a sickly pale flesh knitted itself over the reassembled bones. This wasn't a healthy resurrection – the dark magic fueling the process left Billy's skin devoid of any life-giving blood, granting him an unsettling pallor.
