Radlius: Alright are we ready to do this?
Chronomax: Yeah, let’s go. Nyteshadow: do your thing
Nyteshadow: Very well. I call upon my Dark Master and summon a carpet of gravesmoke about my feet. Arranging the stole of the Ninth Mother across my shoulders, I throw the portal to the Dark Baron’s chamber open. A cavalcade of bats issue forth from my underskirts, singing their umbral song!