W, A, S, D - Movements Click To Shoot (Just a minor tip, when you hear a sudden roar, just wait a couple of seconds before attacking the Polterghast.)
Everything, dead and spirited away, exists in this very creature that dwells within the bottoms of the dungeon. And you have disturbed their slumber, now in time to pay the price. Credits: DM Dokuro for the music, Re-Digit for Terraria and Fabsol for Calamity. Also @evanmor for the effects and @JMWGames for that one script which allows Polterghast to dash, also by the way this script is also being used in my Supreme Calamitas Battle which is coming out when I finish ML, THE LORDE, Astralgeldon Slime, and basically the 2 other Post-ML Bosses Yharon and DoG. Over the course of Yharim's conquest over the world, countless people perished - whether killed by his forces, imprisoned and fed alive to his monsters, or struck down by Yharim himself. Few died peacefully, and many cursed the Jungle Tyrant's name with their last breath. Some found peace in their afterlife; others lingered in the physical realm as phantoms, their hatred and anguish immutable even by death. The Dungeon served as Yharim's prison during his rule - and for the less fortunate, his torture and execution chambers. Attracted to the bloody reek of pain and death, the restless spirits flocked to the Dungeon in droves, possessing the corpses of the deceased and animating armors and weapons. Though easily dispatched at first, their numbers grew and grew - seemingly without end as the death toll of Yharim’s reign continued to rise. Deeming the Dungeon a waste of his men and resources, he withdrew them and left the dead to rot. As spirits clinging to reality through little more than hatred, they held no loyalty to their fellow dead. Many swiftly turned on each other - souls devouring souls in an instinctual bid for power. As lesser souls grew swift and elusive, the first souls to feed continued to fight and consume one another until a legion took form, lacking even the concept of predator and prey. Hatred for the one that first slew them and a desire for more that could never be satisfied; reduced from countless living men to a mindless beast, nothing else drove the amalgamation now. Scraping fragments of metal into patchwork armor and animating broken chains with its essence to better hunt its lesser brethren, the Polterghast roams the depths of the Dungeon away from prying eyes. It continues to feed and fester in the darkness until it feels the power of the object of its collective hatred once more...or until it detects one whose power has begun approaching the point of indistinguishability.
