Legions of Nagash
"There will be no escape, no blessed oblivion. I can end your life as easily as I can extinguish a candle, and before your corpse is cold, I can reach out and grasp your soul. You will be my slave for all eternity, and I shall laugh at the depths of your pain. Such is the power of Nagash."
A dread figure casts its shadow across the battlefield, a skeletal giant clad in osseous armour and wielding a skull-tipped staff that casts a sickening glow across the earth. A nimbus of shrieking spirits swirls around this nightmarish form. The avatar of undeath gestures with a fleshless hand, and the ground beneath it erupts as hordes of skeletons burst from shallow graves, falling upon their new master’s foes with rusted blades swinging. Nagash, the Great Necromancer, surveys the carnage with cold approval. Even as his enemies are torn apart, they rise again, slaughtering those they fought beside mere moments earlier. Such is the will of Nagash, and such is the fate he desires for all living things.