Darko looked up at immortal and slammed his scythe down and with a surge of power brought her before his throne steps and on one knee. That scythe was not a mere weapon it was darkos source of control to the dead and more in the underworld. "Enough" darko lifted the weapon off the ground and stood up from his throne. "A task my immortal servant, a deal made whole." He raised his hand and lifted her off her knee and he smile through his cowl. "My, my, you have been collecting a lot of dust over the centuries my immortal." He waved his hand and it seemed the flesh from her bones grew back her old strength returned. "I have a final task for you a threat Grows in the mortal world and you are to lead my armies against it."