The sounds of warp lightning crackling filled the air, as it rang throughout the underground laboratory, several infernal machines clanking as they worked their mechanisms to better power the creation, the insides of the vat bubbling with Clan Moulders' new creation. In the distance, metallic clanging came closer, ringing in the ears of the packmasters as a rat in dark red armor came onto the wretched wooden platform, overseeing the bubbling vat.
He leaned over the makeshift wooden railing of the wooden platform, overseeing dozens of rats with electric prods, whips, and various other instruments surrounded the vat, terrified of what will emerge from the bubbly acid. Everyone in the laboratory ended up staring into the bubbling vat until it grew still, and a horrific sight released itself from the confines of its prison.
A monstrosity that no sane person should look upon, a creature that was so vile, even looking at it made the vermin trying to contain it tremble in fear as it thrashed around, its body covered with multiple rat heads, some looked as if they were in the middle of being birthed, others deformed, and the few lucky ones were all covered in fur, and they were all snapping at any who came too close. Its flesh moved, as if it had a mind of its own, mechanical bits covered its body, a giant wheel fused into the body of the beast, its head looked as if its skin was ripped off, its skull revealed, a symbol of Clan Moulder forever burned on its forehead.
Its jaws snapping together, making a sound that can make even the bravest of men tremble in fear, as it opened its own mouth, a spike made of warpstone replaced its tongue, it launched out of its mouth and impaled a nearby packmaster, and in one gulp, the rat was gone. It was that day, the Hell Pit Abomination was created, as the monster's tail whipped around the room, the rat in dark red armor couldn't help but smile, wondering how much havoc it would wreak in battle, he exploded in maniacal laughter as the abomination gobbled up another packmaster, claiming its second meal.
Never before has there been such a surge of technological advancements in Skaven history, things like giant rats seemed nothing like a minuscule accomplishment compared to this time of history. In a mere year, the Skaven quickly built new war machines, more warbeasts to fight for the "Great Horned Rat". What would've taken Skaven decades to build, took the clans a total of one year or more to bring upon this apocalyptic surge of ratmen and beasts. The other inhabitants of the world quickly named this era, "The End Times", for there was no escape from the verminous ratmen. No one was safe from the infectious wrath of the verminous rat men…