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The tunnels tremble.
Somewhere deep in the Burrow, the dripping stops. Every worm — from the smallest glow-grub to the mightiest Wormlord — freezes mid-crawl. Then, faintly, from above...
“Caw.”
A second one follows. Louder. Sharper. Like thunder wrapped in feathers.
Wormvillette’s eyes open in the dark. His gavel hums.
“The surface has remembered us,” he murmurs.
“And the sky hungers once more.”