Chapter 405: The Petrifier


    Atst, it wasplete.


    Deep within the Ravener, a new monster had atst spawned. Weeks of fear bled from every corner of Thamnd to feed the storm of dark crafting, and still the process was longer and more drawn out than in the past. Many cycles had passed since the Ravener hadst brought a new petrifier to life, but now, the inner devices used in the spawnsplex creation were warmed-up again. Now, a second would be much quicker to create, but, if all went to n, there would be no need for another. By design, the first would not be among the living for long.


    Thest detail needed for itspletion was a small organ situated in its midsection: one that roared and pulsated with violent pools of mana. It would be used once: when time came for the lethal creature to obliterate itself. Petrifiers were those rarest of monsters with a single purpose: destroy all usurpers within the realm and in the furthering of that task, kill all witnesses to its presencethen erase itself from existence.


    Keeping mortals in the dark was central to the Raveners ns during each cycle. So, throughout time, no petrifier had ever been left alive, even their bones had been erased. Such was the way of things when itst crafted a petrifier.


    And so it would be now.


    With a ripple across its ck surface, the Ravener shuddered and began spawning. Its great monstrous guard: Hive-Queens of Silence, scaled behemoths, the mighty Rampart-crushers, and all other creatures in its service turned toward their master.


    And trembled.


    Each was mighty enough to lead hordes of Ravener-spawn from their dungeons and through thend to destroy mortal armies. Yet, they recoiled in fear when the creature slipped from the Raveners now boiling surface.


    Hunters slowly crept from side passages, growling and awaiting their leaders entry into the world.


    The first elongated, silvered limb emerged.


    Followed by another.


    Then a third.


    Three legs writhed from the dark sphere and nted themselves in ake of shadowy water below. A small forest of wriggling tentacles appeared, testing and tasting the air. A long, silvery oval shell, matching the colour of its legs, rose from the Ravener, and atop the shell were nine eye-stalks capped with massive glowing eyeballs shining in the darkness. A dreadful power lurked within eight, but the ninththe central andrgest oneshimmered with the radiance of a precious stone.


    That dominant eye observed its surroundings like a living diamond, gleaming with deep intellect.


    When the entire shell was finally free of the dark orb, a new petrifier was born.


    And it proimed its birth.


    Its fanged jaws spread apart at the shells anteriorwide enough to swallow a knight and their charging mountand its shriek reverberated within the cavern walls, making ravener spawn shake harder. The creature straightened to its full height, rising nearly a hundred feet in the air, disying its soaring shimmering form. Silver chitin shifted with the light, and the petrifiers many eyes appraised the new world around it. Its sheen slowly dulled until it was as dark as the cave. Then, like a living prism, its form became the shapes, images and colours of its surroundings, adapting and mimicking them like camouge. To all near, it would have appeared invisible.


    The petrifiers gaze turned to the other monsters and it shrieked its dominance, glowering down on every creature. Each recoiled, lowering their heads and fleeing, concealing themselves behind anything near. They were created with an instinctual fear of the towering monster, for it was made tomand them, and they were made to follow it lest they taste the fate its eyes could unleash.


    It scraped the tip of a foot along the bottom of the undergroundke, stirring up the silt drifting there and coiled to spring on the other spawn.


    Enough, the Ravener spoke for the first time in this cycle, its voice came deep and resonant, burying all sound throughout the caverns beneath its rich tone. Were there any mortals nearby to hear, they might have thought it was steeped in wisdom.


    The petrifier stilled, then turned to its master and took an uncertain step back.


    Do not fear me, my creation. The Raveners surface rippled with each word. For you are mine, and you will be safe as long as you do not harm what is mine.


    The unruly look in each of the petrifiers eyes died. Its eyestalks bowed low, and its throat released a whimper of submission.


    You have a task, the Ravener continued. You will eliminate the usurpers; they gue thisnd. Let no mortal see you. And should they; destroy them.


    Yes, master, the petrifier rasped. How many usurpers do I hunt?


    Three, the Ravener informed its creation. You must act quickly. There was only one for an entire passing of four seasons, but within a day, there were two more. The spread must end before the situation is irreversible.


    Understood. The petrifiers eyestalks turned to the<strong></strong>Hunters.


    And these are mine to use?


    They <em>and</em> these, the Raveners surface rippled and two dungeon cores floated out. Take them and nt them as you need to. Build armies to aid you.


    Yes, master, the petrifiers voice was tinged with an excited hunger. And when I seed, am I to destroy myself?


    Not right away, the Raveners voice was even. Once your task is done, conceal yourself and wait. Should new usurpers appear, the Hunters will alert you so you can kill them. If I am defeated,<strong></strong>or a full year has passed with no new interlopers recing the dead ones, then you can eliminate yourself.


    Yes master, I serve at your pleasure, the petrifiers<strong></strong>eyestalks lowered in deference. Might I query you?


    You may.


    I have searched my memories. Do we remain in the Second Protocol? Is the First Protocol not in y?


    The worse has not been realised. The Second Protocol remains.


    Gooood, it rasped. And what of the missing Hero? The one you suspect as a usurper?


    You are mistaken, the Ravener said. Those are not your memories, they are your predecessors. It has been several cycles since, and that usurper would have reached their mortal end by now. There has been no trace of them for cycles.


    And the other usurper of that time, master?


    Killed during the next cycle.


    So if it is only these three to start, then the matter will be simple, the petrifier growled. May I start immediately? Do we know where they are?


    No and yes, the dark orb pronounced. Their precise location is unknown, but the Hunters have scouted and know where one wasst sensed, and where the other two tend to gather.


    Good. The Ravener-spawns colouration shifted. I will begin the hunt.


    May your hunt go well, its master wished it.


    With a chittering shout, the creature crawled from the water on three flexible legs, its tentacles reached down and enwrapped the Hunters. Countless Ravener-spawn scrambled from its path, giving ground as it bounded into a tunnel and ascended through the dark with terrible speed. In the spiralling<strong></strong>passage, it braced its legs against three walls, almost flying to the surface.


    Beneath the earth, the vastwork of tunnels that shrouded the Ravenersir from prying eyesy.


    The petrifier growled, acknowledging its surroundings.


    When its incarnationst walked thesends, the Raveners sanctum was hidden atop a mountain. Whether deep within the earth or high above it, each ce offered sanctuary for its masters purposes, but perhaps these tunnels were the better choice. Just atop the surface, a mass of earth and stone spread through the vertical shaft, sealing it shut. All who came upon these caves would believe they had reached a natural dead end.


    However, the petrifier knew better: a mere twenty feet of earth and stone separated it from the world above.


    But, there was a hindrance in its path.


    It touched its tentacles to the stone ceiling, feeling vibrations through the earth. Movement. Not an animals, the gait of a roving beast was different. These were the strides of mortals. Many mortals.


    Andvoices.


    Muffled wordsunclear, but close. Too close.


    With them so near, it could not enter the world unseen.


    And, its masters orders were clear.


    No witnesses.


    We go to kill, it hissed to the Hunters clinging to its back.


    Rumbling growls and tensed haunches ready to spring was the reply. With a mentalmand, the petrifier reached for the Raveners mana.


    And the ceiling abruptly shattered, fragmenting into chunks of falling stone.


    A quick flex of three legsunched it well above the rocky surface, and onto a hilly, snowyndscape. Not forty feet away, some twenty warriorsbearing symbols of the white handscrambled for their weapons, rushing toward their tents away from a zing campfire.


    Eight eyes turned.


    All shed,ncing the air with dark beams that struck warriors like a ravenous ooze. The fighters slowed, darkness crawling over them, constricting their movements until it froze them in mid-motion. No chance for escape.


    Then the petrifiers central ray shed and glowed with a silver radiance, building in intensity until another beamshed out, strafing the mortals.


    A sickening cracking sound split the air as every living thing the beam touched turned instantly to cold, grey stone. Grass peeking through snow froze in the wind. Embers floating above the campfire fell like pebbles. Even sparking firewood cracked as me smothered, burning logs transforming to te coloured rock.


    And the mortals?


    They had no time to utter words, cries of rm, or even a single prayer to their god before their voices and lives were stolen by creeping stone.


    In heartbeats, eight of the enemy were gone and the petrifier continued strafing more with its power. Its Hunters had leapt from its shell and were doing their part, shing and mauling the enemy with envenomed fangs. Before long, the hapless mortals were either lifeless stone statues, or poisoned and shredded corpses.


    Search for more mortals, the petrifier rasped. Purge this ce of any hiding near.


    Yes, leader, a Hunter answered, and the pack scattered, spreading through the surrounding hills, leaving the petrifier alone to admire its handiwork in the cold evening light.


    The massive creatures tentacles snatched up poisoned corpses, smashing weak mortal flesh against the frozen ground until they were no more than pulp, then it buried the remains beneath mounds of loose, soft snow. Good. No more disgusting fleshy forms would be visible among the perfect stone tapestry.


    It cleaned its tentacles on unblemished snow then tenderly held mortals forever frozen as stone, raising each to its eyestalks, fondly admiring the sculptures from every angle.


    Beauty, it whispered. Perfection. That frozen moment saved for all time. I have missed this.


    In serenity and with pleasure, its tentacles turned its handiwork over. Truly, it would have stared at its creations<strong></strong>for days if time permitted.


    Buta task awaited.


    Leader, a Hunter growled as the pack returned to report. Only wild beasts are near.


    Then we can proceed. The petrifier reluctantly set down the statues. In which direction did youst sense a usurper?


    Each Hunter pointed southward.


    Then that is where we go, the many-eyed monster growled, once again gathering its servants in its tentacles.


    Its eyestalks briefly turned to the statues, each projection drooping with a hint of sadness.


    If only I could preserve you my beauties, it whispered. But there can be no sign of my presence.


    With that, its enormous jaws parted, sucking in a breath.


    Then the scream came: soundless and pitched high enough that no human mortal could hear, but with a resonance that brought visible results. Waves of sound bathed the stone statues, shaking them slightly, causing them to vibrate. Then together, they shattered, bursting into minute particles of grey dust.


    When the noiseless scream ended, nothing remained but fine bits of rubble drifting through the air,nding on Uldars warriors snowy campsite.


    A shame, the petrifier whispered, its form shimmering to match the surrounding hills and night sky above. Maybe one day I can keep one.