"Take notes, Ludwig," Van Dijk commanded, his voice a blade honed by centuries of authority. Shadows pooled around his feet like liquid night, and the air itself seemed to thicken with the weight of his power. His crimson eyes glowed faintly, not with malice, but with the cold, calculated focus of a predator.
"If you wish to peruse the path of necromancy, many will disdain you. Many more will hate you, fear you, and would wish nothing but your demise and destruction. Not because necromancy defies the natural order, but because it is power. Raw, unbridled, and indifferent to the bleating of sheep. Go forth Undead, and bring them down!"