A sickly stench starts to fill the area, as movement is detected from a large, rotten, dead snake with less that 58% of its flesh and skin remaining.
The snake moves again, slowly. Soon, it rises, its sole remaining eye scanning the area, while its exposed left mandible slowly clatters against its upper teeth.
Though most of its flesh has been lost to the flies and grubs which patrol its body, it still moves with vigour, its damaged muscles still as strong as ever.
Noticing that it is being watched, the snake turns its decaying head, its single eye looking right into the soul of whoever is looking at it, as it hisses:
— "Cower, for I am Rot, and I have risen to search for the one who trod on my hide and slew me underfoot, and even afterward I shall not rest......"
Its mandibles tilt inwards, as if grinning, a putrid forked tongue flickering from its mouth. Rot has risen from the dead, and it shall stay that way.