Elven Invasion

Chapter 36: The Wrath of the Ice Worm

The battlefield was in chaos.The Ice Worm's deafening screech echoed across the frozen wasteland, a monstrous sound that sent shivers through even the most hardened soldiers. Its massive form writhed in agony, bluish blood spraying from its blinded eye, staining the ice beneath it. But even wounded, the creature was far from defeated.

Samuel Briggs’ mech landed hard on the ice after his daring attack, thrusters stabilizing his descent. His blade remained buried in the Ice Worm’s eye socket, a testament to the successful strike—but there was no time to celebrate.heir mechs holding firm against the Elven assault.

And amidst the chaos, Samuel Briggs prepared for one last strike.

"This ends today," he muttered, charging forward once more.

The Chant of the Saint

Just as it seemed that humanity had finally secured victory, with the Elves being driven back in full retreat, a chilling voice resonated across the battlefield. A sacred chant, spoken in the divine tongue of the Elves, filled the air with an ominous presence. The very sky darkened as a massive magic circle ignited above the fallen Ice Worm’s corpse, glowing with a deep, unnatural blue. The battlefield froze—not just from the cold, but from a dreadful realization.

The ground trembled violently as the lifeless body of the Ice Worm began to twist in agony. Its dead flesh convulsed, cracking apart, as something horrifying fought to emerge from within. A monstrous, otherworldly force was awakening—something beyond the Ice Worm itself.

Silence fell across both human and Elven forces.

And then, the Ice Worm screamed once more—but this time, it was not its own voice.