Deep inside the Crypt, the undead howled then were quiet. A deep and evil sound rebounded on the walls.
Then a beam of light shot out from beneath. A clawed and bejeweled arm clawed upward. Akasha was awake after a three hundred years of sleep.
Enkil rose beside her along with the Receptionist and the Nocturnum.
"Pryo!" she said and a ball of flame danced around her.
"My Queen, what do we do know?"
The Queen sniffed the air, "Shadows still reign and Night is victorious! Come, let us hunt for fresh blood my king!"