Dhumin, the Burrower from the Bluff

Deep under our feet tectonic plates shift in slow but costant drift, clashing and pressings unto each other with titanic forces of millions upon millions of tonnes. But when they cause tremors and earthquakes, when they make mountains climb, islands sink and volcanoes to go ballistic, they also spark a deep ire in the dark heart of the mighty Dhumin, a great old one bound to the earth mantle, burrowing an endless labyrinth of tunnels that span entire globe, making a vast and truly unmapped realm, thriving for a time before one of countless subterranean cataclysm will consume it and seed it anew. The work of Dhumin is sisyphean in nature, a punishment perhaps, or merely a clever notion, a perpetual task that can never be truly finished. Even if he would drill endlessly, every natural motion of the plates lay ruin to many of his tunnels, forcing him to return one day to rebuild it with his colossal entity. Some claims that when he rests or ploys his other schemss he returns to his burrow