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Some random necromancer/wannabe villain: I know, I'll raise up former heroes, put them under my control, and take over! They already have the fighting skills and abilities, I just need to command them.
One year and several tombs, a surprising amount of them empty, later.
In another empty tomb.
Necromancer: C'mon! I was so sure they'd still be here!
Melior: Why were you so sure?
Necromancer: Hu- What!? Who are you?
Melior: Who am I? Doesn't matter. What matters is who I was.
Necromancer: What does that mean?
Melior: Curran, Bayani, Arminius, Naika.
Melior gestures to the empty tomb they're in.
Melior: Essyll.
Necromancer: What are you saying?
Melior: Your little plan, raise the great heroes of history or whatever, not actually half bad. You just got unlucky.
Necromancer: Wha-
Melior: Unfortunately for you, a lot of the great heroes, well...
Melior: They were me.
Necromancer: How?!
Melior: Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.
Melior rushes in to attack, the necromancer doesn't live for long.