The screams finally ceased.
Miles of tunnels honeycombed the moon of Horizon's Drop connecting the temples of your Generals orders, each one dedicated to a new branch of the reborn Necrotic Armada. Halls of black glass and braziers of ultraviolet flames marked the territory of the Voidknights, a large, heavy door slowly swinging open as Revenant Lorgul emerged. Greeted by Jareth and his Disciples the first of the reborn Voidknights grips in his hands a massive mace of black metal, jagged glass and bone. Voidlight ripples along the weapon and Lorgul raises it into the air and names it, "Cor'a'Ghul" the Fist of Ghul.
Predator Nekris emerges from his own inner sanctum, his body flickering and distorting the light around it as he was greeted by Eiton. Arc-lightning crackles off the blade he holds in his grasp, the mirrored surface reflecting his gaze. Forged from the bones and blood of the Ahkam he could feel the hunger within it, the serrated edge seeming to grind against itself. "Blight," is all he names it, the Predator finding its simplistic name appealing.
Deep in a cavern unconnected to the others was a large spherical room, its walls blasted to a mirror-like sheen as Dominator Valresko hefts his own bonded weapon. Just as he was a corruption of the Sunscales and the power Solar, so too was his weapon a corruption of the Sunscales holy Rods of Ruin. A six-sided staff of gnarled bone flares with flame in the airless void of his would-be temple as Valresko decides on a name to match power inside it, the smooth bone of his face cracking into a cruel grin as flames roiled within, "Anathema."
Your Generals grow in power, their loyalty to your cause the only reason you do not fear their might. No, you relish it, wondering if this pride you felt as you watch them was what the Wormstar felt as you and your siblings in Lichdom and undeath swept across the cosmos.