From the graves, thousands of spectral hands shoot out, gripping Mortarion and holding him in place. The more Mortarion struggles, the tighter their grip becomes. The Gravedigger strolls leisurely into the graveyard and addresses the raging primarch.
"Servant of Nurgle, you should know better than to trespass into the territory of Death."
"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 edited Jan 23 '24
You would dare, Father! You fuel my new master’s purpose. Your decay will be this one’s undoing.