The surface of Warm Lake mirrored a blood-red sunset the evening Taylor, the first and last Necrosapien, met his final demise. For an immortal creature stitched from dark matter and stolen souls, a simple fishing trip seemed an appropriately quiet retirement. He sat in his rotting wooden skiff, letting the geothermal waters soothe his aching, undead joints.Taylor cast his line deep into the steaming currents, targeting the mutated catfish that thrived in the lake's boiling depths. Hours passed in tranquil silence until something colossal snagged his bait. The heavy graphite rod bent double. Instead of releasing the tension, Taylor’s pride flared; a Necrosapien never surrendered to beasts. He wrapped the braided steel line tightly around his decaying, skeletal wrist for leverage.With a sudden, violent lurch, the leviathan plunged downward. The unbreakable wire sliced deep through Taylor's desiccated flesh, snagging firmly on his exposed radius bone. Before he could channel his dark magic to sever the tether, the creature dragged him over the gunwale. The thermal waters of Warm Lake, laced with purifying volcanic sulfur, acted like acid on his unholy biology. As he sank into the abyss, the boiling, blessed water dissolved his ancient bones, reducing the terrifying Necrosapien to mere bubbles and ash.