Under a ghostly orange fire, three ancient shamans swayed in trance, their guttural chants summoning vengeance. Their voices rose in a deep, resonant “Homayaaaaaa!” as the flames twisted, birthing the colossal Mongolian Death Worm. Its crimson form crackled with lightning, writhing in the flickering glow.
With a screech, the beast surged forth, vanishing into the night toward their rivals’ camp. The shamans stood silent, eyes gleaming with grim satisfaction. Moments later, distant screams pierced the darkness—their vengeance unleashed.
