The transformed angel, now a harbinger of necromantic might, extended his skeletal hands towards the heavens. As he did, an oppressive shroud of death began to coalesce above the battlefield, weaving together the very fabric of mortality. The spectral energies emanating from the angel converged into a massive dark shroud that descended with a foreboding presence, enveloping the entire battleground in an aura of desolation.
Within the suffocating embrace of this necrotic shroud, fallen monsters from both sides were stirred from their lifeless states. Resurrected by the twisted power of death, they emerged anew, their once vibrant forms now twisted into grotesque, undead aberrations. The angel's necromantic prowess had reshaped the fallen creatures into abominations that mirrored the macabre aesthetics of the underworld.
