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The worm chose that moment to roar more loudly and piercingly than it ever had previously, making the whole enormous chamber tremble.
Hector was far enough away that the sheer force of it didnt knock him back, but he could see rubble around the beast being blown away, and even at this distance, he still had to stop running so that he didnt trip and fall on his face.
The worm wasnt moving while roaring, though. So Hector figured it was as good a time as any to go in.
He charged toward it, mace held straight ahead of him, and loosed another beam of radiant white. He intentionally aimed to only graze the beast, and indeed, that was what he achieved. The light sliced into the right side of worms head, and a sliver of dark sludge went flying away from it.
Hector pursued that sliver like it was a wild animal. And it basically was. It splattered against the ground but didnt stop moving for an instant. Its many black droplets quickly reformed into one and started squirming its way back to the rest of the worm.
Hector trapped it in a box of iron from ten meters away, but he didnt have the luxury of getting to see how well the iron held, because the worm was again way too close to ignore. He used a haphazard platform to flip himself out of the beasts quaking path. He was about to return his attention to his iron box, believing that he had bought himself a few precious seconds while the worm was busy trying turn itself around again, but he was forced to reassess the situation entirely when he sensed the giant worm split itself apart instead.
Thirty or so horse-sized worms were suddenly swarming him.
There wasnt time to react with anything that required actual thought. It was gut impulse only.
And his gut came up with the good old spike defense. Tried and true and stronger than ever before. Iron exploded out from his armor in every conceivable direction at once, skewering some of the worms and displacing others, filling so much of the chamber that he couldnt even see or sense anything with the Scarf of Amordiin anymore.
The Scarf required the free movement of air to work, he knew, and the spikes were so numerous and densely packed that hed completely encased himself and the Scarf in iron.
And perhaps even more unsettling, it grew immediately quiet, as well. No more rumbling. No more crashing. No more sloshing--or at least, not as much. After a moment, he realized that he could still hear some sludgy movement on the other side of his wall of spikes. He could feel the vibrations in his iron, too.
The worm definitely wasnt dead yet. Not that hed really expected it to be.
He didnt want to undo his work yet, however. Not if it meant hed just get swarmed again.
Can you tell whats going on out there? he asked Garovel.