The Boss

Erend's gaze stayed fixed on the sky. He was not blinking at all.

The swirling vortex overhead crackled with spinning arcs of lightning, and the clouds churned with a weight that felt more than just wind or storm. It was filled with Magic, ancient and powerful Magic.

The Dungeon World had never done this before in any of his past levels.

Still, he didn't panic.

This world, this strange dimension built for power, never played by known rules. It reshaped itself to test them and maybe roke them. If it wanted to throw a Magic storm down from the sky now, then so be it.

He and Eccar would tear through it just like everything else.

"This Dungeon changes so I guess we just need to keep changing too." Erend thought grimly.

After wiping the last of the giant vultures from the sky and ripping through the final wave of land monsters, the battlefield fell into silence.

A silence that feels too complete.