As George and his Dagger Unit continued to cut through the waves of undead, the necromancers at the back of the enemy lines began to focus their power. Dark, swirling clouds formed above them, and the very air around the battlefield seemed to thicken with malice. Their staffs, glowing with a sickly green light, crackled with dark energy as they chanted in an ancient, foul language.
"Something's happening!" Jackie shouted as she looked toward the horizon, where the necromancers stood atop their cursed mounts.
"Yeah, I see it," George replied, panting as he hacked down another skeleton. "Everyone, brace yourselves!"
