Chapter 47: Leaving sandworms valley - 4
The worm stirred.
Gasps snapped through the camp. People scrambled back, eyes locked on the massive form curled within the cart's restraints. Its stone-plated hide, cracked and broken from the journey, was shifting—regrowing. Too fast.
A guttural groan vibrated from its core, deep enough to rattle bone. Its maw cracked open, jagged teeth glinting in the firelight.
Ash's hand darted to his blade.
Max moved first.
He stepped forward, unhurried, reaching into his pouch. His expression was unreadable, his grip steady.
The worm's mouth yawned wide.
Max's arm snapped forward—
Glass shattered against flesh.
A muffled crack, a jolt that rippled through the beast's body. Its groan cut off, muscles locking, then slumping. Stone plates settled, its monstrous form growing still once more.
Silence.