Just as I was about to hover away, the thing revealed itself. The boss, the Muck guardian/demon itself appeared, bringing the fight to me as natives tended to.
I watched it rise from underneath the black soil, just a few inches away from me. I watched as the soil tore apart and large vines surfaced, its head had large strands of vines running down from it, swinging slowly as it moved.
Speaking of its head, the thing's head was a thing of wonder and confusion. Its head was more humanoid than not, but not exactly the best look. It looked deformed as a lower part of its face dripped. Its face was of different elements strung together to form a concrete appearance.
Part bush, part vines, part muck and part wood, a conglomerate of nature, and it roared exposing its black diseased-looking mouth.
It sent its hand at me hoping to swat me like a fly.
BOOM!
