At the deepest point lies the —the fused remains of the original wizard Templeton and the orc chieftain. It is a fetal, screaming head with too many eyes. Destroying it causes the entire flesh dungeon to have a fatal aneurysm, collapsing in 1d10 rounds.
The final battle should be against the itself. Use a Lair Action where the floor tries to drag players into a stomach pit. The boss is the Wizard-Tumor (use a modified Gibbering Mouther or Death Tyrant stat block), but every time it takes damage, it screams a memory of the original orc chieftain: "Why do you build with stone? We are stone. We are many."
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Deep within the brain-stem of the fortress, corridors are lined with pulsating grey matter. Touching a wall floods the player with a random orc memory (roll on a d6: 1=Being born in mud, 6=The moment Templeton was absorbed). Extended exposure requires a Wisdom saving throw or the player begins to believe they are an orc.
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