The elderly Nimla shaman was quite strong-willed. But she could tell that the others were just wondering what the Hydra and its children were. She cleared her throat. She looked at the Nilma chief.
"Chief, you remember the stories of the Hydra, right? The ones our ancestors passed down."
"Yeah. A monstrous being of myth that brings ruin to its surroundings. Nine-heads. Fire, poison, death, destruction, and so on. Immortal or something."
"What a brief summary, chief. It's almost like you listened to those stories," the shaman said condescendingly while shooting the chief a glare. She sighed and turned to Zach and visla.
"But it's accurate enough. The Hydra was a monster that would have destroyed this world if it wasn't made to change its ways by the god of nature, Isuls. The details of that vary from story to story, from storyteller to storyteller.
