As the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, it illuminated a mist which was gathering. An indistinguishable noise carried across the air, the undisturbed crypts vibrated with strange, repeating words.
At the epicentre of the necropolis, sat on the oldest crypt was the barely animated remains of a woman. As the chant repeated, the air became static and mist began to swirl around the remains, f...