time seems to slow down.... zombies are cleaved, and raise up again, in an endless dance of the macabre.
Demon manamaids are kicked mercilessly by flaming camels, and undead puppies and kittens swarm the beasts of fire, salt and frost like a biblical plague.
Like the eye of the storm, a bloody faced monster of madness given form rides high upon a rearing dead unicorn; blood, gore, flesh, and severed bones twist and cry out in pain and terror in a swirling vortex of undeath shrouding the evil sorcerer like a cloak of ghastly black and red silk. A glowing beacon of white flesh, long dark hair, and flowing rivers of blood peircing the blackness of the caverns. A pillar of regal poise in stark contrast to the chaos surrounding him.
He gestures, and the dead swirl and glide at his command. The corpses of the fallen shiver, and walk again and again.
In a clear, terrible timbre, the necromancer sings the dreaded song, as his host of horrors howl and swirl about him...
"For there is just one moon, and one golden sun, and it shines just as brightly for everyone; though the oceans are wide, and the mountains divide..."
IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL!
The final chords come out harsh, vicious and terrible. The undead creatures voice their own twisted, and horrible version of the song in defiance of the singing of the demons, mocking them, and driving them back towards the spire.
In the fray, a single dwarf with an emotionless expression glides like a kinfe over red silk through the din and chaos toward the necromancer...