With a great judder, the ancient Wyrm's head collapses through a tree and lies still. After days of skirmishes with the creature, it is finally dead. You will never know why it did not retreat in the last encounter. It was as though it would willingly lose its own life to stop you reaching your destination.

As the dust settles, your mind turns to Midge, you had lost sight of him in the chaos of combat and can only hope he had been one of those to survive the encounter.