The Unraveling - It Spreads

Over and over she slammed the edges of her spiked goggles into the worm's fleshy segments. Cracks in its iron ice hide were finally appearing, and the further she dug with the sharp metal tines of her goggles, the more some strange viscous liquid oozed over the lenses and further obscured her vision. Behind her, Hanako reached with a futile paw towards her daughter, suspended in motion forever. Makara's sides heaved, streaked with Hana's blood and the worm's viscera. It thrashed against the ground like a drum, creating a constant rhythm that she focused on as the ice rocked beneath her paws and she heard the distant sound of the icicles rustling against each other above, each point sharp and set to kill any wolf unfortunate enough to be caught in their trajectory should they fall. All of it was distant and meaningless. If she had use of her legs, she'd be scrabbling and pulling out whatever entrails she could, but all she could do was gouge deeper, deeper with her goggles and pull and twist and gnash with her teeth. It had to end - and not just end, it had to be eviscerated.

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