Tremors Beneath the Ice

The earth rumbled. It began as a subtle tremor beneath the boots of the mechs, then grew into a throbbing pulse—deep, ancient, and wrong.

Captain Samuel Briggs, still leading the vanguard, halted atop a ridgeline, his grey mech’s sensors spiking. “Did anyone feel that?” he asked over the shared command channel.

“I see nothing,” Colonel Zhao replied, scanning her red mech’s instruments. “No artillery. No spells. Just… movement.”

Petrov's gruff voice broke in. “Earthquake?”

“No,” Commander Arjun Mehta said calmly, though his tone carried a sharp undertone. “It’s something else. Something alive.”

Briggs’s smirk faded.

They had pushed deep into the now-exposed Elven stronghold beneath the glacier, claiming ground corridor by corridor, sanctum by sanctum. Broken towers, collapsed temples, and shattered runes littered the battlefield. Humanity had won this far, but victory had come too easily once the veil fell.

Too easily.

Far below, nestled in a secret chamber once sealed behind magical glyphs, High Commander Mary stood before a massive obsidian pillar inscribed with ancient sigils. Her armor was scratched, the golden sun of her knight insignia dimmed, but her posture remained upright and defiant.

Around her, only a few dozen of her Royal Knights remained—Sun Knights, Lunar Priestesses, and elite battlemages. The war had taken its toll, and the Earth forces had proven far more relentless than anticipated.

One of her priestesses knelt. “The glyph tower has fallen. The humans are deep into the sanctum. We cannot hold them.”

Mary’s green eyes narrowed. She touched the pillar.

“Then we will no longer try to hold this place,” she whispered. “We will bury it.”

Another priestess gasped. “You mean to—”

“Yes,” Mary said. Her voice was quiet, almost reverent. “Awaken the Old Ones.”

THE ICE WORMS AWAKEN

The sigils on the obsidian pillar flared to life with blinding white light. Across the glacier, deep underground, ancient magical circuits began to pulse. They spread like a web—lines of dormant runes long thought to be decorative suddenly cracked open the ice.

And then, the first Ice Worm stirred.

It was more serpent than worm—its translucent, crystalline hide shimmered with layers of protective frost, scales thicker than tank armor. At over 100 meters in length, it coiled through the frozen earth, blind but sensing vibrations, magic, and life. The humans had walked into its nest.

More tremors. Then a roar—a deep, ancient scream of awakening that shattered the sky.

From the ridgelines to the collapsed temple basements, the ground buckled. Steel-clad mechs stumbled. Structures cracked. The glacier itself heaved.

“Something’s moving!” Zhao barked. Her red mech’s sensors showed something enormous tunneling toward them. “Multiple contacts—no, not tunneling—they’re displacing the entire glacier!”

“We’re under attack,” Arjun said quietly, locking his green mech’s stabilizers. “Retreat to higher ground—immediately.”

But it was already too late.

The ice beneath Petrov’s Russian contingent exploded, as a titanic Ice Worm burst forth, flinging debris and mech parts like confetti. A blue Titan was swallowed whole, screaming pilots silenced in seconds.

Petrov swore and unloaded his entire autocannon into the beast’s face. The plasma rounds exploded harmlessly against the Ice Worm’s armor. The creature hissed and slammed its body against the remaining Titans, smashing one to pieces.

“Fall back!” Briggs yelled. “All units, full retreat! Phase Two is compromised!”

The battlefield had become a graveyard.

From every direction, more Ice Worms emerged. Some twisted from beneath the melting fortress, others surged into the sea, breaking the land itself apart. The entire Elven base

—once proud, ancient, and sacred—began to collapse under the monstrous weight of its forgotten protectors.

Mary stood silently at the fortress command balcony, watching her own sanctuary crumble.

One of her lieutenants spoke hesitantly. “We will be buried as well if we stay.”

“I know,” Mary said. Her gaze lingered a moment longer, then she turned. “Gather the Divine Artifacts. All of them. We retreat to the fallback base—Nerida Island, off the northeast of Australia. This place… is lost.”

The Sun Knights nodded grimly. They had fought hard, bled harder—but this was no longer a battle they could win.

EARTH FORCES IN RETREAT

The remaining Earth mechs raced across crumbling ice. Behind them, Ice Worms thrashed and coiled, shattering the ancient foundations of the Elven base.

“Zhao, status!” Briggs shouted, dodging a burst of falling debris.

“Sniper teams wiped out. One railgun intact. Evacuating now.”

“Petrov?”

“Half of my men gone,” the Russian growled. “I’m holding until last team clears.”

“Negative,” Arjun’s voice cut in. “I’m initiating fallback barrier. Everyone pull out now, or you won’t make it.”

Green energy flickered across the battlefield as Arjun’s team activated their last-ditch defense: an energy field reinforced by rune arrays designed for wide-area containment. It wasn’t strong enough to kill the worms—but it might delay them.

As the last mechs cleared the glacial rift, Arjun stayed behind a moment longer, his mech surrounded by the dome.

One of the Ice Worms turned its head toward him, sensing the pulsing magic of his barrier. Arjun didn’t flinch.

“Do your worst,” he muttered—and then launched the final surge, the shield detonating in a radiant burst that blinded the creature long enough for his escape.

Moments later, the entire Elven island base collapsed, vanishing into a maelstrom of ice, snow, and worm-ravaged stone.

AFTERMATH AND FALLOUT

Hours later, on board the Pacific Coalition Carrier, the commanders stood together for their debrief. On the central holomap, the red marker labeled “ELVEN BASE” blinked once—then turned black.

Destroyed.

“Casualty reports still coming in,” Zhao said, her uniform streaked with oil and dried blood. “Over 60% losses. Engineering and medical crews nearly wiped out.”

“Many of our best Titans are gone,” Petrov grunted. “But the worms… they are not dead. They’ve spread into the sea.”

Arjun nodded grimly. “They’re migratory now. Drawn to heat, magic, movement. Coastal cities will be vulnerable.”

Briggs didn’t smile. “So we won. We took the base. And unleashed something worse.”

No one disagreed.

A few moments of silence followed—filled only by the low hum of engines and distant chatter from medics attending survivors.

Then Arjun turned to the others. “We need a new plan. These creatures aren’t bound by Elven control anymore. And Mary is still out there—with the Divine Artifacts.”

Petrov folded his arms. “She’ll strike again.”

Zhao’s eyes narrowed. “And next time, it won’t be defense. She’ll come to us.”

Briggs finally spoke again, voice like a blade. “Then we meet her there. Nerida Island. That’s where we finish this.”

EPILOGUE: MARY’S RESOLVE

Far away, under a burning sun on Nerida Island, Mary stood before a new command altar. Her armor had been repaired, and the Divine Artifacts—half a dozen glowing relics—floated around her in slow orbit.

Behind her, her remaining forces constructed a new fortress—this time shaped not like ancient temples, but as bunkers of Elven design fused with scavenged human tech.

One of her lieutenants approached. “The worms have begun migrating into warmer waters. Coastal radar is detecting them.”

“Let them come,” Mary said softly. “Let them see what their ‘victory’ has cost them.”

Her eyes rose to the southern sky.

“This war is not over.”