*Quozen leads the group onward through the twilight plains, looking carefully in all directions in case of undead ambush. They continue onward, still without any divine magic to protect them, when suddenly, like a beacon of hope in the distance, they espy the Monastery of Midnight Asylum, miles away and still small yet, but desperately close!*
*The group, newly motivated, presses forward southeast towards the monastery, but just then, Quozen hears a loud shambling and moaning sound coming from the rocky hills over to the southwest. Putting his hand to his forehead and straining to make out the source, he is alarmed to see the ghostly figure from before, sigils swirling around its head in quiet malevolence, leading a small army of shambling zombies to intercept the group.*