[h1][center][color=gold]The Pilgrim’s Caravan[/color][/center][/h1]
[h2][sub][center][color=gold]The Giant Galaxor & Merry Band ++ [/color][/center][/sub][/h2]
[h3][sub][center][color=gold]Boss Battle! Boss Battle![/color][/center][/sub][/h3]

As the wraith moved with inhuman speed, it cut through Terilu’s skeletons as if through butter and then, something happened. Something Galaxor didn’t fully understand but it seemed similar to the shamanic magic he grew up with. Shamanic magic which he knew little about. 

“[color=gold]Move aside! Let the grown-ups deal with this![/color]”

Then Galaxor jumped into the fray and swung his axe in wide arcs, attempting to strike the wraith that danced and weaved around him. The tomb echoed with the clash of steel meeting ethereal resistance.

The wraith, draped in tattered robes that looked like solid dark mist avoided Galaxor's blows effortlessly. Its eyes, glinting with dark power, focused on the giant, and with each movement, the runes on the throne seemed to pulse with malevolent energy.
Something was clearly happening, something magical in nature…something evil. It seemed that the wraith had a surprise planned for the party and only the most perceptive or magically capable would notice that the strikes from both the skeletons around and the wraith were never aimed to kill but to spill their blood all around. 

Despite Galaxor's immense size and strength, the wraith proved to be too slippery for him. It darted in and out of his reach, leaving small, ethereal cuts across Galaxor's legs. Blood pouring from them. 
With a roar, Galaxor jumped backwards at the same time as his axe swung around, making the wraith dodge and giving him the opportunity to pull back. 

“[color=gold]That thing is too fast for me, someone else should kill it. I’ll deal with the bony fellows. HA! HA! [/color]” he laughed as he started dismantling the skeletons on the side, going straight towards the archers as they rained arrows upon him.

Sadly, for them, these were not magically enhanced arrows and they barely scratched Galaxor’s skin as bones started to fly around the throne room.

As the battle raged on, the room started to vibrate wildly.  The runes on the massive throne started to pulsate more intensely and soon, the blood from the wounds inflicted by the skeletons and the wraith started to float in mid-air and each small drop started to fly toward the ominous throne.

As the blood reached the runes, the wright, now empowered by this bloody ritual, started to gain substance. The hood of the wraith’s head fell down and under it, the face of a beautiful person was revealed and a crown magically appeared on his head but the rest of the body was still in an in-between state of undeath.

 
“[color=gray]Yes! YES! MOOOORRREEE! BRING ME BACK![/color]” shouted the wraith with an unnatural voice, a sense of [i]wrongness[/i] in it, as it charged to attack.