Masric Hill

Lightning strikes. 
Another thunderous wave rolls over the hill. The dead fight to reach the crystal at the top. 
An axe splits a skull.  A spear pierces a heart.
Lightning strikes. 
The thunder drowns out the the wails. One winner, hundreds of losers. 
The druid holds the crystal high, channeling its power. The first few closest were vaporized, and the rest burned.
Lightning strikes.