'Heads!' The thought roared in its mind.
It needed to kill them, needed their essence. Without them, it couldn't reach the percentage necessary for escape.
To return to its beloved queen.
A plan began taking shape: if it could escape the crater, it could extend its control over an area large enough to make localization impossible. Then it could hunt them one by one, taking its time, choosing its prey with care.
Water continued flowing over it, and the Artromus almost wanted to laugh at the humans' naivety. Did they know nothing about elemental immunities? Earth was as immune to water as fire was to wind, or water to fire. All they were achieving was making its domain more malleable, more responsive to its will.
'What do they hope to accomplish?' it thought while feeling the mud respond to its slightest desire. 'All they've managed is to make my kingdom more perfect.'