A towering horror of decay, the Rotfather is a bloated, pestilent abomination wreathed in disease and filth. Its rotting flesh seeps black ichor, swarms of corpse-flies coil around its festering form, and each step leaves the ground putrid and lifeless. Wielding a rusted cleaver, it spreads sickness with cruel delight, its deep, gurgling laughter heralding doom. More than a mindless beast, it is a harbinger of inevitable ruin, a grim reminder that all flesh must rot.