At the end of the well, was a floating mass of Ice, 10,000-feet thick, 985-miles from one point to the other, perhaps 400-miles north and south, the most inhospitable landscape in all of Moiromma. There ice-worms and arctic spiders, and were in abundance, and other creatures, much more than on the surface. There was a great food supply untapped here. Beyond the walls of the upper world, Git found himself a fortress of blue ice, eons old and condensed. A plateau desert of ice creatures; as he moved out onto its ice sheet, he new in this darkened crisis, concentration was absolute, lest he end up with frozen limps, no toes, and ears.

Git found himself stumbling about, using only his intellect and instinct for a guide, he had to go northeast, to a mountain his father told him about, there on top would he find what he was looking for, the secret vaults, and part of the Moiromma Canon (The Book of the Beginning.) It was a challenge, but somehow he found enthusiasm, death awaited for him in back of him, and perhaps in front of him, but he was of a mission he never thought he’d have, and curious was his soul.

After several days of walking, eating worms, and spiders he found the Leopard Rats (as his father said he would, should he ever venture into the frozen underworld, as now he was); Git stood by several of them, off in a distance that is, watching several come up to an underworld reptilian-walrus, it was itself hunting solo, this was an underground haven for them it would seem, and a favored hunting place for the rats likewise. On top of the mountain, there was thin ice, so again, his father had told him, ‘Should you make it this far’ there would be his escape route, once he climbed it, found the book.

In any case, what he witnessed in the next few minutes, was strictly terror, the seven or eight rates, about 200-pounds per rat, circled the huge elephant like beast, and with their powerful jaws, these devil rates (who had closed in on the beast, and were opportunistic hunters) took on the beast in a battle, all four sides of the best was covered by the fighting rats, having deep jackhammer jaws sounding, used for scaring off other prey, and hanging on to its newly captured prey (that is, other beasts wanting to rob the kill for meat and blubber); thus, the rates tore the beast to shreds, pulling out his insides, completely out of him leaving an empty shell of a beast.