The parent worm lunged forward with the crushing momentum of an avalanche, its hundred-foot bulk plowing through the limestone gorge like a living siege engine.
Thick streams of boiling, corrosive yellow bile sprayed from its gaping maw, sizzling violently as they melted the red sand into bubbling pools of toxic glass.
"Hold the line!" Captain Seret bellowed at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing off the sheer canyon walls.
"Spears down—brace for impact!" a frontline sergeant screamed, slamming the iron butt of his shaft into the fractured stone.
The acrid, chemical stench of sulfur and burning stone filled the narrow gorge, choking the surviving spearmen as they desperately braced their shields.
Several frontline spearmen thrust their steel tips desperately into the advancing snout, but the metal weapon points merely scraped harmless sparks across the iridescent obsidian armor.
