‘Even the abyss trembles before the grotesque guardian of the Ratkin city.’ – Volrunaax, Master of the Arcanist Guild.
A grotesque nightmare guards the heart of Sandfang Ratkin's territory. Isferat, the Cursed Cataclysm, a monstrous amalgamation of brutal strength and demonic sorcery, stands as the ultimate ward to the Ratkin's central tunnel. His body, part rat, part Ratkin, mocks the form of a colossal dread centaur. An additional pair of arms bear blades grafted to his hide, while two more wield spiked spheres, ablaze with chaotic, arcane fire. Isferat feeds on Ratkin and foes alike, an embodiment of the Sandfang Ratkin's ruthless thirst of power and malice. His very presence is a monstrous reminder of the depths to which they have sunk.
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