The village peoples ran in fear as the creature lumbered menacingly towards them. Balistae were fired but it was barely phased, cannons shot but not a scratch. The oily substance oozed from its body suffocating those too slow to outrun it, or its body wait crushing those that tried to attack it. No one was safe. The guild had not been prepared. The earth quaked from its mere footsteps, houses and fortresses burning from its deathly yawns.