The World Tree roots that belonged to the Titanion Realm crossed the rift between dimensions and drove down into Timira. This was no simple merging. It was a devouring, ruinous and total.
The world's life-force began to wither, the rules that held the ecology in balance teetering toward collapse, and every living thing in Timira felt the tremor run through its very soul.
"Who are you?" Out of that despairing tremor, a hysterical, unwilling roar came up from deep beneath the Snail-Dragon tundra, and after it a still more violent heaving of earth and mountain. A strange creature hauled itself out of the crust, mountains on its back, its body long as a dragon's. A Snail-Dragon.
