The dark empress of magic slowly creeps towards you, her poor skeleton servants struggle to carry her weight. There must be 15 skeletons under her…she smirks and simply drinks her elixir brew.

One skeleton crumbles in half, and then another one on the opposite side does the same

“You morons! Stop being so weak and just carry me! Or else!”

The poor skeletons who are shaking begin to tremble even more as she gets mad