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A skeletal figure draped in tattered, moss-covered robes stands atop a crumbling tombstone, its hollow eyes burning with eerie green light. One bony hand is outstretched, crackling with necrotic energy, as the earth trembles beneath it. From the damp, rotting soil, skeletal hands and decayed limbs claw their way free, lifeless eyes flickering to unholy animation. Thick fog coils around the graveyard, shrouding broken headstones and twisted, leafless trees. The stench of death lingers in the cold air as the rising dead groan in servitude, their master’s rasping laughter echoing through the darkness.