Calvartem left the walkers on their own and galloped off down the paved road. The squadron of soldiers coming from the opposite direction did not concern him, as he simply stunned them with a wave of shadow and by the time they were able to see again Shadowmane had gone over their heads and was running off down the streets. Encased in the alleyways bathed in red, Calvartem wove through the town, with Shadowmane able to take the corners even at speed. Twice he ran into a person who had been foolish enough to stay outside, and he zombified them, but they were just small change compared to what he was after. Calvartem's goal was the town's crypt. Even if the crypt contained nothing but piles of bones he would be able to form a hoard of walkers from it which would allow him to tip the balance in his favour.

Eventually he came across a church, standing proud and adorned in white, almost defying the blood light of the Source, although Calvartem would likely later learn that it was quite modest compared to some cathedrals in this section of Elysium. He dismounted and entered through the double doors, with Shadowmane trotting in behind him, and was immediately confronted by three priests garbed in blue robes. Calvartem outstretched his staff and shot a bolt of black fire at one priest, but it was absorbed by a floating glowing sigil cast by the priests.

"Your terror ends here, dark beast!" shouted one of the priests. He threw forth a spray of enchanted water conjured from his hands, which Calvartem deflected with a shield of shadow.

"You mortals can not stop me," Calvartem retorted, throwing a dark fireball at the group. The priests countered with an arm of water, which scattered on hitting and extinguishing the fireball.

"You can not stand against our gods," another priest asserted. They cast another sigil and pushed the runic pattern towards Calvartem, who dissolved it with dark magic from a tap of his staff.

"Have you looked at the sky? Your gods have abandoned you," Calvartem taunted. He then struck the ground with his staff, unleashing a wave of black fire which overwhelmed the watery defences the priests attempted to conjure and struck them down. The Necromancer then finished them off with three black bolts. Passing them, he tapped the ground with his staff and the priests rose as zombies, who ambled outside in search of prey.

Calvartem found the crypt down a side staircase. Tapping the ground black tendrils slithered across the room and entered the jars and coffins crammed onto shelves. The entire room, previously deathly still, stirred to life as corpses broke out of their boxes and bones assembled into complete skeletons. The room was quickly overflowing with walkers, which poured out onto the streets followed by Calvartem and Shadowmane. Mounting up, the Necromancer raised his staff into the air, signalling the walkers to assemble around him. He pointed his hoard forwards into the alleys, and Calvartem followed behind, letting the walkers clear the way and the houses.