Walking down the fallen buildings, stepping over the fallen bodies of his fallen brethren, and bandits, Tuarda rummaged through the rubble, trying to find any surviving trapped citizens. As he passed through what was once the greatest florist in the entire city, 'Wonderous World of Wift', he heard scratching coming from the rubble underneath. "Hey! Anyone in there!?"
From deep beneath the ruins came a high-pitched voice. "Hello!? Hey, if anyone is there, please help dig us out! I have with me an 89-year-old Brownie who is wounded, and if she is not treated in time, the child will bleed to death! Please, help us..."
Hearing the voice get fainter every second, Tuarda immediately began digging without hesitation - every second wasted meant a second closer to their death. Damn it! Lives depend on me, so Tuarda, don't you dare give up now!
Just as he felt that he might not reach in time, he saw a slender hand poking from beneath the rubble. Feeling relieved that he managed to arrive on time, he quickly pulled up the last chunk of Terralia brick. "It's alright... You're safe now. Just take a deep breath and listen to my voice. Don't panic, and follo–"
Thoom! Thoom! Thoom!
Gazing up, he searched for what was creating that horrendous noise.
What he saw next shocked him to his Fairy core
Tumbling haphazardly as it travelled across the woods, the large unholy chimaera of a monster shambled its way into the city, where it promptly began destroying the city. A few brave men attempted to fight against the beast, but were pummelled the instant it swung its plethora of hands.
But the most terrifying discovery of all were the faces that were stuck on its torso
Some old, some young. Some from the Fairies, some from the Elves. Some with only eyes, some with just ears.
But they all had one thing in common...
Each and everyone of them were writhing in pain, some even begging to be released from their miseries. Tuarda couldn't help but stagger back in revulsion, his mind unable to comprehend the abomination that lay in front of him.
The beast, a mixture of man and machine, groaned and creaked as it inched closer to the center. Only then Tuarda realised what he had missed.
Covered in every inch were long strips of chains that stretched from its shoulders to its knees, driving and propelling it forward. Gears of all shapes and sizes dotted the body, creaking as each rotation drove the creature forward. He watched in horror as one of the various pipes that flowed through the beasts body suddenly detached from its body, spilling what seemed to be highly corrosive acid onto the coming Adventurers. He knew this...
For they began dissolving immediately after the came in contact with the green fluid
Unable to watch the horror, he closed his eyes, all the while praying for a miracle...
Please, please, please...
Please, anyone, ANYTHING, please...
PLEASE HELP US!
Just when all hope was lost, when the shadow of doom was right above them, a dim yet poignant light emitted from behind him.
There, from the Great Dungeon, a bright silver light began radiating from it very core.
Under Tuarda's astonished ears, he swore, he swore that he seemed to hear something coming from the bottom of the very Dungeon.
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...