The network of undead elemental roots had never before felt such excitement traveling through them as they used their new operating rooms to build their own personal army. Before they had lingered in the depression of being forgotten as they did not do their duty. Now they had not only done their duty by tearing invaders apart, but they had been awarded for it by the creator himself.

They now were the first among the undead elementals to have defended the kingdom against invaders and the first elemental to be entrusted with the creation of other undead. Truly, it was a great time to be smog root fist, but they could not be complacent, and so they needed to continue to show they were worth the post they had been given.

So the smog roots needed to give pursuit of the enemy commander that had fled them and capture him alive as their ruler had decreed. So they kept making more and more of the root worm marionettes until they had hundreds of them ready for battle, having used up their supply of worm flesh.

"Now attack! Go and get the one that has escaped us," the smog roots said as one speaking as one, causing hordes of worms stitched together by roots to squirm out of dozens of chambers, all making for the same tunnel they had once come from.

They all made their way into the tunnel, a dozen zombie plants and worms at a time. The groups slowly merging together into one giant horde filled with the eager bloodthirsty of completing the goal given to them by the smog root fist. Soon the undead worm horde reached the roadblock of the tunnel and collapsed from the other end.

This would not impede them, as the undead worms immediately got to digging using the inherent skills of their bodies. Digging through the stone took time, but eventually they were through, only to find five great siege worms on the other side of the tunnel waiting for them.

Neither side hesitated, charging immediately at the other the moment they noticed the other's existence. At first the five ENLARGED siege worms were winning their still hardened bodies and hardened stone talons being brought to bear with great effectiveness in their ENLARGED state against the root worm marionettes, who lost their hardened skin and their rock talons in their transformation into undead.

Though as the battle went on between the root worm marionettes and the five ENLARGED siege worms, the horror of the root worm marionettes was unleashed. As more and more of the root worms were destroyed as they joined the battle coming from the tunnel, these destroyed root worms began to pull themselves back together and go back into the fight.

But each time the roots that held the undead worms pulled themselves back together to rejoin the fight, they didn't just restore themselves; they would link up with another zombie worm doubling in size. So as the fight went on, the root worm marionettes would lessen in number with each passing second until finally the force of hundreds of undead worms had been reduced to about a dozen, but in return for this loss in numbers, each root worm marionette was now ten times its original size.

This increasing size as the battle went in with the five giant siege worms had caused the defenders to steadily gain injuries dealt by the room worms even as they were slain. Which meant by the time the roots worms had achieved their massive size, two of the five defending siege worms were dead from blood loss; the other three were covered in wounds.

So the now giant root worms simply swarmed the three quickly, bringing them to a swift and bloody end. The five defenders, now dead, the root worms did not move in; instead, they opened up their mouth, causing a series of tlroots to come out and tear into the five dead defenders, tearing at the dead flesh and dragging it into their mass.

Soon enough, there was nothing left of the five defenders as their flesh was added to the now twelve gigantic root worms. Which now, having extracted what they wanted from the fallen defenders, immediately proceeded down the hall and deeper into the lair of the enemy commander. Where Wormer awaited with his most taboo of creations.

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As the root worms had been wearing down the defenders he had left to guard the collapsed tunnel, Wormer had made it to the cell hall, where he kept his most taboo creations. He walked down the cell hall, passing each of them as they rattled their cells at his passing. He reached the control panel, a thing of special magic rocks linked to the cells through fey magic he had cast a long time ago.

He pushed the glowing rocks in a special sequence, causing the cells to open one by one and his taboo creations to stumble out their rage, coming off them in almost visible waves. One of the taboo creatures was a worm that had been made into a spine as it had the legs and pincers of scorpion carved from stone added to its body then had its tail sharpened to be a stinger. The poor creature had never adapted well to its stone scorpion extensions.

Another of the creatures had a strange glass-like material that had been reshaped into insect wings added to it. The worm in question had hundreds of these shiny rock insect wings along with mandibles made of the same material. These two creatures, along with others, immediately made to fight each other, but before they could get into it, truly, Wormer acted.

Wormer used what little control he had over the creatures to direct them towards the rumbling that he guessed was what had ever been sent after him by the undead kindom, and by how close it sounded, whatever it was, it had already defeated his defenders. The creatures with a different target to take their aggression out on went together in a screeching gaggle of rage at the unasked for extensions he had given to them.

It was times like these where he witnessed what he had created, hating what he had done to make them so much, causing him to regret ever becoming what he was now. But he was what he was now, a fallen alone, cast out fur doing what needed to get done, and now damned to keep going forward on the path he had started as a punishment for his breaking the taboo.

Wormer shook his head of such thoughts as he chased after his taboo creations to see how their fight against the invaders would turn out. He quickly found himself back in his working chamber, running over the stone platforms until he saw the trespassers of his lair.

They were twelve great things of working worm flesh that he honestly had no idea how they worked. As so many of the worms bodies didn't match, as muscles were backward or even inside out to the ones they were right next to. It was when he noticed that the strange undead worms moved more by the roots than by the flesh of the worms that he began to make sense of these undead worms invading his home.

Though on the battle side it was easy to make sense of as it was a one-sided slaughter as hemis taboo creations quickly tore through the undead worms with laughable ease. But then the world would rise again, joining together to become bigger. His creations enjoyed that as it continued the time they got to use the undead worms as stress balls.

But neither the taboo worms nor himself saw the danger until it was far too late. As the worms were going from six to three, doubling in size once again, some of his taboo creations were caught up in the reformation and, as such, were torn apart and added to the undead worms as additional parts.

This became a tipping point as it allowed the undead worms to cause more damage to his taboo creations before they were destroyed and forced to resemble taking more with them. Thus, when at last there was one undead worm left, it was a massive thing and quickly tore the remaining taboo creations apart.

Wormer saw the danger as it headed towards him, but he was still in too much shock from the gruesome spectacle he had just witnessed, and so he was frozen stiff with fear by the time the undead creature was looking over him. He looked up at the giant undead worm; it was now surrounded by the limbs of his former taboo creations, expecting to be torn apart.

But instead of a bloody, quick demise, the creature opened its mouth, and out came hundreds of roots grabbing him and dragging him into the creature. Wormer struggled as best he could with his instinct to survive, demanding he did, but it wasn't enough, and so Wormer found himself in the undead creatures gullet.

Wormer lay there in the bowls of the heart, expecting to be digegest by whatever means the creature had; instead, he heard the grinding of dirt and the trembling beneath his feet as the creature moved. Wormer was desperately trying to figure out why he wasn't dead when a wave of black energy passed through the undead creature, hitting him because he couldn't dodge it.

Then he knew way as he saw the creatures thought through the energy. "It has its prize." Wormer said in a low whisper as he spoke the truth aloud that the undead was here for him, as he had thought, but what he hadn't considered was that the undead wanted him alive. Though as he felt the creature continue to move through the vibrations traveling through it's body, he began to wonder what for and shuddered at what his mind conjured.