The venetian reared its head. Its countenance hidden within the shadows of its maw but from inside its eyes glowed red. The beast was massive dwarfing even Hesher whilst he climbed the promontory looking over the sinkhole that the venetian rose out of. It was then it looked upon the red drake, hot breath smelling of […] which blowing over him as he stared back into the maw. Curling around, its long slithering body was great and mechanical with curtains of dust and rock falling into the abyss below. Once a builder, now the Venetian was the destroyer.
“My son” Hesher said, “look at what you have become.”
