Rasputin hovered over the immobilized Lincoln as dark clouds began to spiral above him. Lightning flashed in the unnatural sky to violently strike the battle-scarred earth. The ghoulish legions of the Necromacht shambled across the landscape to witness the final blow and learn who their new master would be.

Rasputin’s maniacal laughter was stiff competition for the thunder cracking around them as he watched his new slaves gather.

“You see? Even now my armies gather. The final blow has yet to be struck,” the old sorcerer bellowed, “and already they know which of us is the victor. It was always destined to be this way, Lincoln. You have traveled the entirety of existence and non-existence only to fall into babbling heap at my feet! But muttering what?”

He leaned closer to hear Lincoln finish:

“…do order and declare that all persons in all time held as slaves within existence, and non-existence, are and henceforward shall be free!”

And the newly freed ghouls moved to destroy their would-be master…