I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

The gaping maw passed overhead—followed by a massive, thick, slate-gray body that swept right over their heads.

—I didn't intentionally keep quiet this time. I couldn't properly sense the outside.

Yog's whisper flitted through Ian's mind as Yanar's gale-force passage pressed down on them like a collapsing sky. Almost simultaneously, the worm's massive head smashed through the far wall of the crumbling Sand Prison.

Boom—

Ian, his torso bent forward by the force, turned his head and looked up.

It's truly, incomparably bigger than the larvae.

The creature's grayish-black hide looked so hard that the word shell seemed inadequate. Its form, too, was more like that of a giant eel than a worm.

Rumble...

As if reacting to the chaos mixed in the shockwave, the bead of chaos essence pulsed. Not that he had time to dwell on it.

—Everyone hold your breath.

Before the aftermath of the Yanar sweeping over the party had even subsided, darkness began to surge and flood in.

It was a sandstorm.