Dracula stood at the edge of the graveyard, his eyes gleaming with an unholy light. "The time has come to face our greatest adversary," he declared, his voice a silken echo in the darkness. Frankenstein's Monster loomed beside him, a hulking shadow against the moonlit mist, while The Mummy emerged from the shadows, his bandages fluttering like tattered flags. Together, they formed an unlikely alliance, driven by a common enemy.
The ground trembled as Nyarlathotep's grotesque minions poured forth from the shadows, their forms twisted and monstrous. Frankenstein's Monster clenched his fists, a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest. "We must fight together, or fall separately," intoned The Mummy, his voice as ancient as the tombs from which he came.
"They are endless!" shouted Dracula, his fangs flashing as he fought. The Mummy unleashed ancient curses upon the minions, his gestures weaving a tapestry of destruction. Yet for every creature they felled, two more took its place, a relentless tide of chaos.
"We must reach him," urged The Mummy, his voice a hiss. Dracula nodded, his gaze fixed on the cosmic horror. With renewed determination, they surged forward, their combined might a beacon of defiance against the encroaching darkness.
"We will not be your pawns," declared Dracula, his voice steady and unwavering. Nyarlathotep laughed, a sound that resonated through the graveyard like the tolling of a death knell. But Frankenstein's Monster and The Mummy stood firm, their resolve unbroken.
Frankenstein's Monster surveyed the battlefield, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding. "Perhaps even monsters can be heroes," mused The Mummy, his voice tinged with a hint of wonder. Dracula smiled, a rare warmth in his usually cold demeanor. "Tonight, we have proven that unity is our greatest strength," he acknowledged, as the sun rose, banishing the shadows of the night.
