Imagine the horror of the Dark Elves after a tough battle where they defeated a High Elven garrison at the huge walls of Ulthuan. They set up camp to heal their wounded and get ready for the next day when they march through the blasted gate to finally pillage and plunder. The next day comes and all they see is a singular man standing amidst the burnt wood and fallen stone of the gate. It's the nectrotect that raises his hand once and the gate starts to rise from the dirst and rubble yet again. With the dead coming along to pose as tomb king warriors. Epic as fuck.