Ghost Night, Part 6

In the catacombs, an unholy ritual was taking place at this time. Forming a great circle, several necromancers in parallel, while several magic runes were painted with blood on the previously sanctified ground, the sacred walls desecrated by unholy symbols.

The paladins who desperately guarded the catacombs, the former members of Mortis' black guard, were left shattered amid the desecrated walls of the subterranean corridors, serving their new masters as reanimated undead.

Over the years, one by one they were replaced by the puppets of the death cult, and the few faithful who had remained were soon slain by their former comrades, thus placing the ancient sacred ground in the hand of the cult of the undead. Placing one of the most sacred and best protected lands of the Lothal Kingdom in the palm of the evil hand of evil forces.

"I am Betelgeuse, but I was once known as Viktor Drichey" said the man with blue eyes and blond hair, standing before Maximiliano.