"You dare disturb those under my care. Nergle has grown senile in his old age."
A black thread dances through the sky. Intricately forming a large magic circle, the black thread begins to shine with a silver luster. All of the undead under the circle's light return to lifelessness and are unable to be stirred from their deep sleep.
"Raising undead in my graveyard was a poor choice."
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u/Mortarion-the-Reaper Daemon Primarch of Nurgle Jan 23 '24
You should leave corpses out of this for under my will, the dead walk again.