The colossal mound of earth is almost upon you. Shouting to retreat the witches to safety, you prepare yourselves.

Some dozen paces from the line, a great explosion of earth reveals an enormous eyeless fiend. You have faced Wyrms before, but nothing like this. This thing is ancient, the usually pink skin replaced by thick black hide covered in moss, and great gnarled tusks extend from its gaping maw. Whether it was the rain or the noise of your army that drew this thing from the deep you do not know. All you do know is, this fight will be different.