Rotfang Alpha

The first part of the dungeon went by in a heartbeat. Kaden tore through the sewer tunnels like a storm, his movements a blur as he crushed, slammed, and broke every rat that lunged at him.

Their diseased bodies piled around him, the filth-streaked stones slick with their blackened blood. The fetid stench of rot, decay, and centuries-old sewage clung to the air, thick enough to choke an ordinary man.

Kaden's boots splashed through the sludge, his fists lashed out like iron whips, and the rats stood no chance. The sewer walls shook with every impact. Bones snapped under his grip, skulls cracked as he drove his fists into them, and the counter in his vision ticked up rapidly.

[Ding! You have killed a Diseased Tunnel Rat.]

[Ding! You have killed a Diseased Tunnel Rat.]

[Ding! You have killed a Diseased Tunnel Rat.]

He barely broke a sweat.