All the armies gathered as if hearing orders that sounded only for their ears. Atop a mighty nightmare, Chakan rode, more powerful than ever, a fearsome presence, dread in her wake. Vampires, skeletal behemoths, and every kind of wraith or ghost or undead monstrosity marched or floated alongside and behind her. Powerful deathknights and liches spiked the army at strategic locations. Glowing eyes and vaporous fumes adorned their mass. 

"Darko, god of death! I have returned, and I have gathered your forces as you have commanded. We stand eternally ready, devoted to your will."