"Oh wow, look axe lady! It's the skylights! In my town they were all sorts of rainbow colors, but here they're just only green. So cool! Is it just me, or they getting brighter? Hey--ahh!"

Ivas shielded his eyes from the blinding flash of green necromancer energies that washed over the land, taking a moment to recover afterwards.

"Hey, where'd the skylights go?"

It finally occurred to him that those might not just have been atmospheric phenomena when the ground started to burst apart in dozens of places.

"Holy crap!"

Spoopy undead by the gallon, and none of these were cute girls, either. Even Ivas knew that these ones were monsters! Ack! Now he enjoyed slaying a good monster just as much as the next questing hero, but here he'd bitten off a few thousand more than he could chew! Edge whipped left, right, down, and all around, easily clearing all the ones that had risen up within close reach of him, but he had to get moving fast or else he'd get mobbed down. Edge granted him plenty of skill and some unusual ways to attack, but not any kind of raw power that was suitable for taking out a whole army of bad guys. Quickly surveying the situation, Ivas saw that there was a doorway in one of the big mound things surrounding the giant obelisk. It was the only place to go that he could see.... if nothing else, they could barricade themselves inside to buy time. Hopefully there would be some townspeople in there who knew how to help, and not just more zombies and spooks!

"C'mon axe lady! We've gotta get to that round stone house! Maybe that wagon thingie can get us there, it's closer!"

Ivas initiated his tried-and-true technique for enemies that were slow and squishy yet numerous, holding Edge straight out in front of him as the pommelstone began to glow. The magic blade turned sideways at a ninety-degree angle, so that it ran parallel to Ivas's body, then began to spin at high speed to form a big rotary fan. Bracing his sword arm with his other hand and keeping it held straight forward, he advanced into the legions of the dead, with his magic sword buzzsaw serving the duel purpose of chewing baddies into paste while also flinging all the resulting gore and viscera away from him. Just like trimming the hedges back home!

He made it to the trundling dwarf wagon just in time, as the number of skeletons was starting to get too many for his weapon to easily chop up. Returning the sword to its natural form, Ivas dove expertly between two of while slashing off the legs of the last one blocking his way, kicking its skull aside with a cheerful "Coming through!" as he charged over it.... just in time for the wagon to randomly explode!

"Agghhh!!"

Luckily, the spirit in the blade reacted faster than any human could, acting automatically to protect its wielder. The blade's enchanted steel fanned out into the shape of a forward-facing umbrella, peeling back closer to the hilt and around Ivas's body on all sides. This caused the explosion send him tumbling through the air, jumbled and jostled about something fierce, but ultimately not hurt very badly. The boy did hit his head pretty hard on the landing, though, and laid dazed for a moment as dead hands began to grasp and tug at his clothes.

"Uhhhh, greenie girl? Is that you? I'm sorry, I lost your hand, I don't--hey! You're not--"

Remembering where he was, Ivas scrambled away from the zombies and jumped to his feet. As luck would have it, his flight had landed him right in front of the doorway he'd been trying to get to all along! He rushed inside, wondering if axe lady had made it through or not.

"Hello! Anybody home? Axe lady? Wagon guy? Hello!" he called into the darkness behind him, while keeping guard over the doorway to cut down any wayward undead who tried to wander inside. They didn't seem to have any particular purpose or direction besides going after someone they could actively see, so the bulk of the horde remained safely outside the cairn.