The bones that Steve slams against skillfully pulled themselves back together again. The skeletal body parts that couldn't find their core attacked in sinewy pieces, boney arms and hands clawing towards the group in an attempt to weigh the group down. Something different happens to the creature swiped by the orange glow of the axe. Those skeletons continue climbing to dislodge the earth and rise beneath them but their arms and hands fall lifeless at their feet.

A low rich laugh responses to Vincent's call, speaking within the mind of those gathered. "Very good." The shadowy form at the far end of the room begins to move forward, mist curling around the feminine frame as the sounds of the death begin to laugh. Eyes flare and a sense of fear trembles through the area, urging each member of the party to flee.

The mist continues to gather and mirror replica's shimmer in the mist so that there are now a total of three figures standing at the far end of the room, each one hold a dull blue lantern of a grave digger.