DIREWOLF MATRIACH II

Grey continued forward, making his way through the twisted forest that had once been part of a suburban park. 

In the distance, he could hear howls. Sharp. Canine.

Looking forward, he saw a pack of wolves, with the cataclysm boss leading them.

Direwolf Matriarch [Lv. 12]

Beside her were several smaller wolves that numbered close to 20, level 6 to 8 at a glance. 

Grey smirked. Let the boss hunt commence. As he said this, he released all the thralls in his death domain. Then he used rotting thrall command.

In an instant, over a hundred thralls appeared from his Death Domain. The field was filled with undead as green fumes began to rise from them.

Tear them apart, Grey commanded.

The undead surged forward like a tide of death, screeching and snarling as they lunged at the direwolves. The clash was brutal. Poisonous mists erupted, coating the battlefield in a green.

Grey moved through the chaos, his figure wreathed in Pestilent Veil. Any wolf that tried to approach him slowed to a crawl, their bodies withering from the passive drain.

One was lucky enough to survive, meeting Lex head-on.

He met it with a clawed slash of his Toxic Sovereign Grasp, severing its limbs in one smooth motion. Another tried to leap behind him—he didn't even turn, instead detonating the corpse of a fallen goblin near it with Corpse Plague Eruption. The explosion of death energy melted the wolf's flesh instantly, reviving it as a thrall.

The Matriarch, seeing her pack fall, howled. A loud, shattering cry that released a shockwave. Several of Grey's thralls were torn apart by the force.

Grey narrowed his eyes, in awe of the strength of the matriach.

She lunged at him, fangs bared and claws slashing with unnatural speed. He sidestepped the first swipe, ducked under the second, then activated Corpse Plague Eruption again, this time on one of the larger wolves she passed.

The explosion caught her left flank, burning deep into her side.

She howled in pain, but didn't stop.

Claws slashed across Grey's chest.

-740 HP

He staggered, blood spraying—but he didn't stop either. His hand shot forward, glowing with green death.

magic missle x toxic sovereign grasp, he said.

A concentrated pulse of death mana surged from his palm, stabbing through her stomach and tearing out the other side.

She yelped and jumped back, her body visibly rotting from within.

That's when the undead woman, silent until now, moved.

She darted forward with inhuman speed, caught the Matriarch mid-leap, and plunged her sharp claws deep into her neck.

A critical strike.

The Matriarch fell dead.

[You have defeated the Cataclysm Boss: Direwolf Matriarch]

[You have gained 1 global ranking influence]

[You have gained skill:

Tombsworn ascension: Sacrifice three other undead to form a tomb stone, which can be used to elevate the rank of thralls. (500 mana)

]

Grey wiped the blood from his chin, chuckling.

He opened his status window again.

[Level: 10 (5%)][Hp: 1460/2600][Mana: 1900/3700]

[New Skill:

Bone spears: Conjures flying spears that take the form of bones. (200 mana)

[Thrall has gained skill:

Howlstorm: Releases a howl that creates shockwaves that deal AOE damage

]

I knew it was a good idea to allow her to kill the boss, he thought as he looked at the skill.