Matthew calmly watched the underworld soldiers charging toward the jack-o'-lantern.

The bone nightmares beneath them were of a decent level, but they weren't elite, nor were they naturally formed undead. They seemed more like inferior mounts bred through some method.

As the bone nightmares rode the waves, the rings of light beneath their four hooves resisted the corrosion and gravity of the River Styx.

Matthew sensed a power similar to that of the underworld emissaries.