~Year 988
The investigation into the death of the deceased High King dragged on for months with no progress and the pressure to cease the investigation builded up. However High King Turace Valder remained adamant.
-The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta.
The burrow blood warm was as large as three horses combined and Myrina could see only half of it's bulk had emerged from the snow, the rest of it was still buried beneath the frozen ground.
The large bulky worm opened it's suction like mouth and released another earth quaking shriek, snow rising up and swirling furiously all around it in a small whirlwind.
"No sudden movements! It neither hears nor sees, but it's senses are tuned to pick up even the slightest movement on the snow." Myrina warned in a dark tone.
