The Unraveling - Going Deeper

A few of the adventurers send rocks flying, and the gargantuan worm swivels what seems to be its head toward the sound. Even if it cannot see, it seems to be able to hear- every noise makes its head rotate, the four ice-covered petals that surround its mouth swiveling and straining to orient toward each disturbance.

Many of them leap into action, each using their own tactics. Some lunge at the beast head-on, while others aim to distract it.

But the worm, its exterior hard and encased in thick permafrost, isn't easily penetrable. Teeth and claws chip away at the beast, painstakingly trying to damage the worm.

The worm thrashes violently, anger radiating out from each movement as it attempts to buck off the significantly smaller attackers, swatting them away like gnats.

Medusa catches its attention, and as she dives it, it jerks downward sharply and pummels her down into the ice. The friction causes a long gash on her right hip, slicing nearly down to the bone- that'll no doubt scar. The pain ebbs out, making it hard for her to maintain consciousness when she tries to stand.

It looms high above her, gnashing its teeth. Its rage is obvious, unbridled and raw. Something about it seems to be taunting the adventurers, begging for them to dare strike again.

The worm hungers.