It was the demon prince of undeath, Orcus. Orcus stood at the center of the city atop a mountain of corpses, as a gazed at him I could tell, this being had not heart. He had no conscience. He was a monster in every sense of the word, I wanted to avoid him at all cost, but I knew damn well what would happen to this world if I did. We all got into battle position because every single one of us knew that they only way we can leave this battle is death. We struck him with our hardest attacks but he continued to get back up and would strike with twice as much force. We fought for hours all showing signs of fatigue but Orcus continued as if he had not been in a battle at all. We had to finish this. I had to finish this.