She summoned creations from thin air.

Well, that wasn't true.

It only appeared that way.

The reality was the mobs spawned in based on a system requirement being met. A trigger within our realm clicked and clunked, sending an information spiral that enabled the raid and the spawning of the creatures before us.

The physics of our world appear and act like magic, but there are parameters and restraints, unlike the real mysterious anomaly that is wild magic.

Amalgamations, creatures without steady forms, pieces of every monster in the realm cut and pieced together into the mobs of the final encounter.

They looked horrendous, horrible, and hideous.

Their mouths filled with foam and their scars oozed with a thick puss. It was a horrorshow that we had to overcome. Our hearts were to be tested here and now. This was the dark side of the realm, it's inner evil revealed to us.

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Crackling with a force that only science can create, they gave off a debuff against all things holy and Godly.

Science ruled these domains.

Not faith or belief.

Only the hard truths of the world.

Drunk in the power of her own intellect.

Shelly's science had lost the reins on logic and reason, and chaos spread.

The saying goes that only the educated enjoy freedom. Then what of the overeducated?

I think....they suffer madness from knowing too much.

Behind the wave of mobs she remained studiously constructing her Frankensteinian magnum opus. The creature, the being, that would stand atop all others.

At the pinnacle of the mountain, at its peak, all that is left is lightning.

Mary Shelly climbed said peak in her scientific endeavors, reaching the upper limits of intellect and now she does not fear the lighting that awaits, no- she wishes to channel said energy, the bolt into her final creation.

When we come to terms with the parameters of our mortality, some of us, the wacky ones, find a way to create something greater than ourselves in order to lose ourselves in it.

A pseudo immortality.

A denial of death.

A stupidity.

Everyone, pop everything!

The faster we get to her the less powerful her final creation will be!

I yelled the crucial gimmick of the raid.

Every raid had one.

This one was that if you took your time with the mobs, the boss fight would amplify a stack per second spent past a timer, growing in power, exponentially per each stack.

The clock starts now.

Over our heads in bright orange text that hovered and glowed, the time read.

14:59

The countdown began.

If it reached the end, the summoning would be complete and a monster beyond our capabilities would be unleashed to whipe the raid.

God be with us, I muttered low and to myself as I lead the charge into the belly of darkness, of when man and science loses all logic and reason.

Of when Gods cry for their neglected children