Maw of the Sewers

A deep, guttural thrum vibrated through the walls as the final rusted gate finished rising, revealing the true core of the dungeon. The Maw of the Sewers.

Kaden's fingers curled into tight fists. He remembered this thing. Even in his last life, this boss had been hell. Not because it was the strongest. But because it was the most relentless.

A monster born from the dungeon itself. It wasn't a rat. Not anymore. It was something beyond that. A mass of gnashing, writhing horror. It had no true form. No singular body.

Instead, it was a shifting amalgamation of flesh, bone, and sewage.

An eldritch parasite that had fused with the dungeon's core, absorbing everything that had died in these tunnels over the centuries. The rats, the dead corpses, the other monsters—it had taken all of them and made them part of itself.

And now, it had noticed Kaden. A deep, wet gurgling filled the air, followed by the sound of churning water and twisting flesh.