The mound of bones was truly a spectacle. There must have been a couple hundred thousand of the dead people. But, upon getting closer, it seemed like these bones weren't normal. While the upper half of each skeleton were quite similar to a normal skeleton, the bottom half had been rather... connected? Instead of connecting to a pelvis, their spine seemed to extend into a large secondary set of ribs, as if it was a snake skeleton (which it probably was, to be honest).

Without much of a warning, several of these skeletons began to rise on their own. Well, not really. A faint outline of magic surrounded them, but to most eyes, it would appear as though they were rising from the dead. A thick layer of purple and ethereal magic draped them, becoming armour for the lamia-like figures. Some of them gained ethereal-like weapons. Others would just pick up another nearby set of bones and would swing that around them like a morning star. It was actual comical, in a morbid and macabre kind of way.

The ethereal snakemen traversed the mound of bones down, attacking everything in the way of them. Despite their menacing appearance, they didn't appear quite like a large threat. Most of them were uncoordinated. Most of them also seemed to be strong and quick. Sadly, that quickness was quite detrimental. A few of the ethereal snakemen fell over and accidentally killed themselves in such a way.

It appeared like the only way up to the volcanic castle's entrance was through these snakemen. The mooks, if you will.