Aedius had not expected anyone to make it to the fourth room, but he had ensured it was inhabited. It's contents included a single Wight. One of Aedius' most powerful forms of undead, technically just a skeleton, but fully clad in iron armour and wielding a mysterious green steel broadsword with an unusual cursed aura emanating off of it, and a simple yet effective buckler shield. Despite there being only one, Aedius prized his Wights, as they were much more resistant, skilled and powerful than regular skeletons. It would not simply fall in a few hits. However, their armour caused them to move much more slowly, until they actually reached their target, where people severely underestimate the swordplay of a Wight. It would likely manage to get a few hits in, as opposed to Aedius' other minions.

The gravity mage had reached the fourth room, and the Wight saw this. It didn't make a sound, it simply stared at the intruder, and began it's slow, yet considerably intimidating walk towards the target. The two skeletons he knocked backwards with gravity gave up on their pursuit, and turned their attention to the two mages still in the third room. They both targeted the ice intruder, and threw a few punches at the them.

While this happened, Aedius had finished the second part of his spell. The second magical seal had created a feral being. It was reminiscent to the giant skeleton Aedius had previously created, and yet, stood on all fours, and was seemingly energetic, and aggressive. This was not enough for Aedius, however. He considered creating more undead creatures to control, and likely would. But they would most likely be skeletons rather than more powerful undead. He also wanted to continue to taunt his intruders; using his staff once more, he spoke into it, and a deep, omnipresent voice echoed through the crypt.

"The worms fight back! How amusing. Yet, so inconveniencing."