In the murky depths beneath the fortress of Zarathun, the sewers twisted and turned in a labyrinthine network of stone and shadows. Water trickled sluggishly through the channels and bioluminescent algae clung to the damp walls.

The giant carnivorous snail dragged along the walkway with surprising speed for its massive size. Its eyestalks extended and retracted. Its mouth, a gnashing maw of razor-sharp radula, tasted the air, seeking any trace of sustenance. As it oozed through the narrow passageways, its presence was marked by a faint, unsettling hiss, the sound of its slime corroding the stone beneath it.

Rats, sensing the snail’s approach, scurried frantically for safety, their squeaks echoing off the stone walls. The snail paid them no mind, its hunger focused on larger prey. It moved with a single-minded determination, drawn by the faintest whiff of flesh and blood from the fortress’s depths.