Outside Scorpion City, thousands of Scorpion Men clad in metal armor stood in neat formation. Their weapons glistened under the three bright moons.
The three moons seemed to shine brighter and broader as if in anticipation of what was to come.
Their pale light bathed the endless desert in an eerie crimson glow.
The atmosphere was solemn.
Ahead of the soldiers were five giant Scorpion Men, their muscles bulging heavily. Their mere presence was entirely different from the common foot soldiers.
Each of them radiated overwhelming pressure.
Battle scars covered their bodies.
Their thick tails rested heavily behind them, occasionally striking the ground with dull thuds.
A couple of feet from there were massive Greater Dune Scorpions resting, waiting for the command of their masters.
The giant beasts remained completely still.
Their crimson eyes stared endlessly into the distance.
"What is happening? Why are the scouts not back?" one of the four Commander asked in a deep voice.
