Ludwig's undead body stood trembling with strain amidst a sea of twitching corpses, his Durandal Shard slick with layers of coagulated black ichor that dripped steadily onto the blood-soaked earth. Every inch of his decaying flesh bore the marks of the endless battle - deep gashes that oozed dark sludge, patches of missing skin revealing glimpses of bleached bone beneath, and the persistent, gnawing ache of overused muscles that refused to heal properly. His tattered robes clung to his frame like a second skin, soaked through with a mixture of his own blackened lifeblood and the foul fluids of his enemies.
Before him, the final Werebat crouched low, its grotesque form silhouetted against the ever-present crimson moon that hung motionless in the starless sky.
[Werebats kills needed to finish the Quest: 9/10]
