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The next group of ghouls that entered the chamber found themselves facing not just Jake but his constructs as well, and the fight became a coordinated assault where the shadow serpents struck from multiple angles while Jake used his blade to finish what they started.

The constructs moved with frightening speed and their venom worked on ghouls the same way his did, spreading necrosis through undead flesh that couldn’t resist the corruption.

Jake descended three more levels with his shadow serpent pack accompanying him, each level bringing stronger ghoul variants—Champions with rusted armor and massive weapons, Stalkers that moved with unnatural silence and struck from ambush positions, and brutes that absorbed tremendous damage before falling.

He fought them all, using Scale Armor to weather hits he couldn’t avoid, using Shadow Step to create angles when surrounded, and using Venomous Strike to disable elite variants before they could bring their full strength to bear.

The shadow serpents proved invaluable as both offense and defense, their autonomous hunting behavior meaning Jake didn’t need to consciously direct them in combat, freeing his attention to focus on sword work and positioning.

When one construct was destroyed by a particularly powerful Champion, Jake simply manifested another from available shadows, maintaining his four-serpent complement throughout the descent.

There was enough for him to manifest the serpents.

But the energy cost was accumulating. Each manifestation, each use of Scale Armor, each Shadow Step—all of it drew from the same well of power, and Jake could feel that well growing shallower with every level he cleared.

After the awakening, his mana had increased by a lot more than he previously had. If all that mana was depleted, it would take a lot more time to replenish again. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

He reached the final staircase after what felt like hours of constant combat, his clothes torn and stained with ghoul ichor, his left arm sporting a gash from a Stalker that had gotten past his guard before a shadow serpent could intercept it.

The stairs descended in a tight spiral that seemed to go on forever, and at their base was a massive door carved with symbols Jake didn’t recognize but that his blood sense registered as warnings.

Beyond that door was the Ghoul King.

Up until the few floors, he had seen few people, but after coming across the Ghoul champions, he had rarely seen anyone, and right now, there was only him.

Jake dismissed three of his four shadow serpents to conserve energy, keeping only one as backup, and pushed the door open.

The chamber beyond was vast and circular, its ceiling lost in darkness high above, its walls lined with alcoves that held the mummified remains of what might have been this castle’s original inhabitants.

Green torches burned in iron sconces, casting that same sickly light across polished black stone marked with patterns that pulsed with faint luminescence.

In the chamber’s center, sitting on a throne carved from a single piece of dark crystal, was the Ghoul King.

[DUNGEON BOSS DETECTED: GHOUL KING]

[CLASS: A-RANK THREAT]

The creature was enormous even while seated, easily twelve feet tall with a body that retained more of its original human structure than the lesser ghouls. It wore robes that had once been ceremonial, now torn and rotted but still recognizable as garments of authority. Its face was gaunt but intelligent, skin stretched over a prominent bone structure, and when its eyes fixed on Jake, they gleamed with malevolent awareness.

The Ghoul King rose from its throne with deliberate slowness, each movement controlled and purposeful, and when it spoke, its voice was surprisingly clear despite the decay visible in its throat.

"Another fool," it said, the words echoing in the vast chamber.

"Come to die in my sanctum. I have consumed hundreds like you, little warrior. Your flesh will strengthen me. Your bones will decorate my throne."

Jake activated Scale Armor without responding, the serpent scales manifesting across his skin in overlapping patterns that gleamed in the torchlight. His remaining shadow serpent coiled at his feet, ready to strike on command. His sword was still slick with ghoul blood from the descent.

"I didn’t know you can talk," Jake said, his voice steady despite the exhaustion pulling at his limbs.

"Whatever, I need to clear this and leave. I spent more time than I expected in this shithole."

The Ghoul King laughed, a sound like stones grinding together.

"Clear the dungeon? You misunderstand, little human. This sanctum belongs to me. I claimed it centuries ago when its previous masters fled before my power. Their guardians abandoned them. Their magic failed. And I remained, growing stronger with every soul that wandered into my domain seeking glory and finding only death."

It raised both hands, and the chamber’s shadows moved. Ghouls emerged from the alcoves in the walls, not the lesser variants Jake had been fighting but elite Champions and something worse—Ghoul Lords, creatures that stood nine feet tall with armor that looked fused to their flesh and weapons that crackled with necrotic energy.

Jake counted twelve Lords and twice that many Champions before he stopped counting and focused on survival.

The Ghoul King attacked in the same instant its minions moved, crossing the chamber with speed that seemed impossible for something of its size. Twin daggers appeared in its hands, blades of crystallized bone that gleamed with poison, and its first strike came at Jake’s throat with enough force to decapitate him if it landed.

Jake used Shadow Step, pulling himself through connected darkness to appear ten meters left, but the Ghoul King adjusted mid-strike with terrifying reflexes and one dagger still caught him across the ribs, scoring a line through his Scale Armor that sent pain lancing through his side.

The scales held but barely, and Jake felt the venom from the dagger trying to penetrate where the blade had scraped across his protection.

He pushed the toxin away with his own bloodline resistance and Shadow Stepped again as three Ghoul Lords converged on his position with weapons raised.

His shadow serpent struck at the nearest Lord, fangs finding a gap in its armor, but the Lord backhanded the construct and dispersed it into shadow-mist with a single blow that demonstrated exactly how outmatched Jake’s creations were at this level.

Jake manifested two more serpents immediately, the energy cost hitting him hard, his vision swimming briefly before clearing.

The constructs attacked different targets while Jake engaged the Ghoul King directly, his sword meeting those bone daggers in exchanges that sent shock waves through his arms.

The King was stronger, stronger than anything Jake had fought except possibly the hegoblin in the Greyswood, and it was also faster and more skilled, each strike coming from angles that Jake didn’t anticipate.

His sword work kept him alive through the first minute of engagement, but he was taking hits, the Scale Armor absorbing damage that would have killed him without it but cracking under the sustained assault.

A Champion got past his guard while he was focused on the King, its claws raking across his back and tearing through armor and cloth and skin.

ARHH!!!

Jake screamed and spun, his blade taking the Champion’s head off in a reflexive strike powered by pain and adrenaline, but the damage was done and he could feel blood running hot down his spine.

He activated Venomous Strike and drove his glowing blade into the Ghoul King’s chest, the venom spreading through undead flesh, but the King just laughed and grabbed Jake’s sword arm with one massive hand, squeezing until bones ground together and Jake’s grip weakened.

"Your poison is nothing to me," the King said, pulling Jake closer.

"I have consumed so much death that toxins are my sustenance rather than my weakness."