Deep within the Darkness of the underworld, The Dark Lord, Darko, Lord of the Underworld, sat on his throne pondering, his generals stood or floated nearby, then a new fresh soul fell into his throne room of his dark citadel beheaded, Darko knew this soul was killed by execution for murder, Darko got up after he took care of the soul and walked over to a pool of blood in the middle of his throne room and he waved his hand over it, and a image of the mortals gathering for offering the gods and goddesses, and he smiled through his cowl, "Generals, you know what to do, ready the army, I head up to the mortal world, its time the Gods knew of return of the dark ones" he snarled as he raised his hands summoning his Night Mares, "Send messages to the Other Gods of the Darkness, Its time" He raised his hands and vanished in a dark cloud of smoke and stood atop a mountain looking over the festival of mortals "Mortals, they not yet know of the dangers that await them" with that said he waved his hands and a black book made of bone and spiked appeared and opened to a specific page, and he slowly raised his arms and chanted in the Forbidden language "Malantro Baskorn..." his voice seemed to echo in the window "Savnor Grul Masfra..." the sky started to fill with clouds and blot out the sunlight "Norfra Sancra Morstra..." It started to thunder "Norstran Frinchalorn" a skull appeared in the sky "MENORCA BRACELOR!!!" Souls started to fly from the ground into the open maw of the skull in the sky and dark corrupt souls fell from the sockets like tears and the dead rose from their graves "Rise my Undead servants, rise and march to the plagued forest" a army of the Dead climbed out of the ground and marched straight to the Plagued Forest.