(Maximized Energy Drain)

You raise a hand at the chief and as you speak a simple incant the earth beneath the man glows with an eerie purple light. vaporous creatures from the nether rise up and through the chief who screams in pain as his soul and life are drained from him. His muscular body withering and his eyes fading with every moment.

The women scream and flee the tent. You barely hear the flesh golem devour them as they step outside. The chief looks up at you helplessly.

"Why should you give the Necromancer what he wants? An intriguing question that I don't think you'll be asking again."

You cross the cave and grab the small crystal sphere off the altar of bones the chief had created. As you sweep out of the tent you smile knowing how painful and slow the chief's **** will be alone in this frozen wilderness.