In the midst of the desert dunes, tales whisper of a mummified lord haunting the unforgiving sands of Krugmar's deserts. His ancient language, carried by the scorching winds of an endless desert, echoes through the arid expanse, demanding retribution:   "You've desecrated my resting place, my tomb, and for that..."   "You... Will..."   "Suffer."   Gradually, his forces amass - legions of undead emerging from the shifting sands, obedient to his every decree