The fallen stalactites that had once sealed the entrance to the boss room now lay in shattered ruins, their jagged remains jutting from the cavern floor like the broken teeth of some long-dead leviathan. Dust still hung thick in the air, stirred by the frenzied claws of the Werebats as they forced their way through the narrow gap. Their bodies pressed against one another in a squirming, snarling mass—wings tangled, fangs bared, eyes burning with a mindless, all-consuming rage. A frenzy that made them look like they were monsters from a horror movie.