Deus Necros

The zombie rats swarmed the Rat Lord in a frenzied assault, their rotting claws tearing at matted fur while yellowed fangs sought purchase in tough hide. But their numbers were dwindling alarmingly fast – from eighteen to sixteen, then twelve- each fallen comrade making the remaining undead seem more like gnats buzzing around a bear than legitimate threats. The massive creature barely flinched as their attacks landed, its [Rampage] ability transforming each drop of spilled blood into terrifying momentum. With every wound taken, its movements became more fluid, more precise, the cleaver in its paw blurred through the dank dungeon air with increasing lethality. And that was with only one of them in hand as the other was far away from the rat.

“Ludwig…” Thomas’s voice crackled with static-like distortion. “You’ll need to conserve your forces before-“

“I KNOW!” Ludwig roared, the words tearing from his throat raw and desperate. His undead flesh quivered beneath its slimy coating, muscles burning from constant exertion. He ordered the remaining rats into tactical withdrawal with a sharp mental command. It was a dangerous gamble – the boss’s health bar still hovered around two-thirds, and every wound they dealt only allowed its [Rampage] to stack higher. But the alternative – watching his entire undead battalion get carved apart – was unthinkable.

‘Worst of all, that damn [Call of Kin] ability is still looming like an executioner’s axe I have to play this right.’

One wrong move and they’d be drowning in a tide of gnashing teeth and claws.

Ludwig’s mana-starved fingers twitched through arcane sigils, the motions sluggish from stress. “Fire Ball!” The spell erupted from his palm with less force than usual, the projectile striking the Rat Lord’s broad back with a disappointing fizzle. Flames licked impotently at greasy fur before sputtering out, leaving little more than superficial scorch marks.

“Fucking magic reduction!” Ludwig spat, tasting copper and rot in the back of his throat. He watched with mounting dread as the Rat Lord deliberately maneuvered toward its discarded cleaver, each step calculated like a chess grandmaster positioning their queen. The bastard felt like it was playing him, intentionally stalling and moving to make the best use of his Rampage effect and would decimate them the moment his health dropped to the final third.

A glance at Ludwig’s status bars showed health regeneration slowly ticking upward- two-thirds restored, but mana hovering dangerously at 200. The Bastos Wine’s effects were the only thing keeping him in this fight, its unnatural regeneration fighting against the constant drain of maintaining his undead minions.

Timing his move with a precision born of desperation, Ludwig waited until two zombie rats executed a perfectly synchronized hit-and-run – one latching onto the Rat Lord’s arm while the other went for the hamstrings. As the creature momentarily diverted its attention to swatting them away, Ludwig exploded into motion.

His [Steadfast Leap] carried him through the dank air, sword raised high for a devastating overhead strike. The blade sang as it cut downward, aimed perfectly at the junction between neck and shoulder where armor was thinnest-

CRACK1!

Pain exploded through Ludwig’s ribs as the Rat Lord’s prehensile tail struck like a bullwhip, the impact sending him careening into the dungeon wall. Stone cracked beneath the force, dust and debris raining down as his body cratered the ancient masonry.

[-866!]

[Wall Combo!]

[-225!]

“Guh-ACK!” Ludwig’s scream came out as a wet gurgle, something inside his undead body rupturing from the impact. Through vision blurred with pain, he saw the Rat Lord already airborne, both massive cleavers raised in a killing arc that would bisect him vertically.

Time seemed to slow. Some distant part of Ludwig’s mind noted how the the light of his lantern glinted off the notched blades, how the creature’s remaining eye burned with primal fury, how its muscles bunched with terrible finality. This was it – the moment where heroes either found their resolve or became stains on the dungeon floor.

“LIMIT BREAKER!” The words tore from Ludwig’s throat raw and bloody, activating the skill for the second consecutive time His body rebelled violently; muscles swelling beyond natural limits, the slime covering his undead form stretching thin enough to reveal glimpses of rotting tissue beneath. Agony became his entire world, but with it came power – raw, unfiltered, terrifying power.

The two weapons collided, Ludwig’s Durandal Shard, and the giant man sized cleaver, with his enhanced strength the impact altered the cleaver’s trajectory at the last possible microsecond. Instead of splitting him crown to groin, the blade only grazed his arm, shearing through his robe fabric, slime and desiccated muscle with equal ease.

[-366]

The Rat Lord’s momentum carried it forward awkwardly, thrown off-balance by Ludwig’s desperate parry. Seizing the opportunity, Ludwig reversed his grip in mid-stumble, bringing the sword’s pommel crashing down on the back of the creature’s neck with every ounce of his enhanced strength.

THUD!

The impact resonated through the dungeon like a funeral bell.

[You have stunned the Rat Lord for 2 seconds]

Two seconds. One thousand one. One thousand two. That’s all he had.

Ludwig’s chain lashed out like a living thing, coiling around the Rat Lord’s thick neck with serpentine precision. The metal links bit deep, drawing rivulets of black blood as they constricted. Each end of the chain was held tightly in each of Ludwig’s hands.

“SUMMERSLAM!” The words came out half-scream, half-prayer as Ludwig executed a perfect forward flip, landing right behind the Rat Lord’s back, with them standing back to back. Using his entire body as leverage to pull the chains taut. The Rat Lord’s beady eye bulged grotesquely, clawed hands flying to its throat in panic, tearing bloody furrows in its own flesh as it fought for air.

Ludwig could feel the creature’s panicked thrashing through the chains, each jerk and spasm threatening to break his grip. His muscles screamed in protest, the double [Limit Breaker] pushing his undead physiology to absolute breaking point. Just a few more seconds and the beast would lose consciousness…

Then the impossible happened.

With a move that defied its massive frame, the Rat Lord dug its hind claws into the stone wall and executed a perfect gymnast’s backflip OVER Ludwig’s head. The sudden motion wrenched Ludwig’s arms nearly from their sockets and tore chunks of neck flesh away, but broke the chokehold.

Before Ludwig could react, a massive paw filled his vision.

CRUNCH!

[-1200!]

The world became pain and swirling darkness. Ludwig’s body rag-dolled across the dungeon floor, tasting rotten blood and dirt and something suspiciously like teeth.

[As an Undead you are immune to being concussed]

He saw the Rat Lord staggering nearby – wounded, bleeding from a dozen wounds, but very much alive. And worst of all, now standing directly over its discarded cleaver.

“Mother…fucking…son of a…” Ludwig spat out a glob of blackened blood and teeth, dragging himself upright through sheer force of will. Across from him, the Rat Lord hefted its second cleaver with obvious relief, the twin blades crossing before it in a practiced guard position. Its beady eye burned with a newfound respect – and more murderous intent.

As the creature charged, Ludwig’s battle-honed instincts took over. The Rat Lord had already shown it could dodge direct [Chains of Latvia] casts. This time, he’d need to be smarter.

“Chains of Latvia!” The incantation left his lips in a hoarse whisper, but instead of manifesting beneath the Rat Lord, Ludwig timed the spell to coincide with its next footfall. Iron links erupted from the stone precisely where the massive paw would land, coiling upward with viperish speed to ensnare legs and torso.

The Rat Lord’s shriek of outrage shook dust from the ceiling as the chains constricted, but Ludwig could feel his mana reserves hemorrhaging at an alarming rate to maintain the binding. His remaining zombie rats seized the opportunity to swarm the restrained boss, their rotting teeth finding purchase in vulnerable spots between armor plates.

But it wasn’t enough.

With a soul-chilling screech that made Ludwig’s ears bleed, the Rat Lord threw back its head and unleashed its [Call of Kin] ability. The very stones of the dungeon trembled in response, a seismic wave of malice radiating outward. From every tunnel, every crevice, every shadowed corner came the skittering of countless clawed feet – hundreds, maybe thousands, all answering their lord’s summons.

“FUCK!” Ludwig’s curse was swallowed by the approaching tsunami of sound. He could feel the vibrations through the floor, see the torchlight glinting off approaching eyes in the darkness. He couldn’t hold the Rat Lord much longer – his mana reserves were plummeting toward critical levels.

With his free hand, Ludwig activated [Soul Shackles], sending his secondary chain whipping around the Rat Lord in ever-tightening coils. The enchanted links glowed with eerie blue light as they began draining his precious soul reserves to supplement his dwindling mana.

“Use two Feeble Souls!” The command left his lips in a gasp, fueling his dwindling energy reserves. The chains flared brighter, their grip tightening, but Ludwig could feel the Rat Lord’s immense strength testing their limits. His arms trembled violently with the effort of maintaining both bindings, muscles threatening to fail completely.

[Your mana is at critical levels!]

[You have 20% mana left!]

The notification burned in Ludwig’s vision like a death sentence. he barely had about 220 mana left, and Below 100 mana, he’d lose control of his undead rats entirely. The dungeon shook with the approaching horde, their chittering cries growing louder by the second. Somewhere beyond the chamber’s entrance, the dim light form his lantern reflected off a sea of gnashing teeth and gleaming eyes.

Ludwig’s thinking was about to come to a stop as he realized the terrible truth – he was out of time, out of options, and very nearly out of luck. The Rat Lord’s health still sat at a daunting a third of its health, its reinforcements were seconds away, and his body was failing him.

Things weren’t just getting dicey.

They were about to get apocalyptic.

idk guys if i should keep SFX sounds tell me what you guys think, if they’re too jarring I’ll remove them.