Necromancer of Skyhall

Elder Gravesinger's crimson eyes widened in shock and his grip tightened around his staff as he thundered, "What news do you bring?"

The black-armored soldier's voice trembled as he mustered the courage to respond, "Elder Gravesinger, I deeply regret to inform you that the mortal corpses we had collected and stored in your hall have been ravaged by an unforeseen fire. The squadron entrusted with guarding them abandoned their posts in pursuit of Noah, leaving the corpses vulnerable to this catastrophic event."

The orc's normally composed visage contorted with rage, veins bulging on his forehead as he roared, "You imbeciles! Those corpses were the linchpin of my intricate ritual! The flow of power necessary for our operation has been irrevocably disrupted!"