In the center of the chamber stood the zombie horde, densely packed and swaying slightly as if in a trance. Their rotting flesh hung loosely from their skeletal frames, and their eyes burned with a feral, unholy light. Among them, the boss zombie loomed, a grotesque figure of massive proportions.
Its body was a patchwork of decaying flesh and exposed bone stitched together. It wore a tattered robe that might have once been regal but now hung in filthy shreds. The boss's head was crowned with a twisted, bony helm, and its eyes glowed with a malevolent intelligence that set it apart from the mindless horde it commanded.
The floor beneath the boss was a grotesque mosaic of decaying matter, forming a dark, pulsating mass that seemed to feed off the very essence of the chamber. As Jason stepped closer, he could feel the malevolent energy emanating from it, a palpable force that sought to drain the life from him.
