Far from the chaos and horrifying battle against the beast tide, a lone figure stood atop a massive dune. A faint smile played upon her lips as she gazed toward the distant battlefield.
Behind her stood two notable figures.
One was a Scorpion Man.
The other was a bald young man.
The Scorpion Man was tall and humanoid, with bronze chitin covering his shoulders, arms, and spine. His amber eyes glowed beneath the crimson moonlight while a segmented tail arched behind him, ending in a deadly venomous stinger.
His hands were covered in sharp claws layered with thick shell plates.
Among the races of the Bleeding Desert, the Scorpion Men were considered nature's favored children.
Each Scorpion Man was a deadly warrior.
Few races dared challenge them directly.
As for the bald young man, his appearance was ordinary. His green eyes remained devoid of emotion, making it impossible to determine what he was thinking.
