Lying on the ground, three Scorpion Men stared at the scene before them with wide eyes. Their breathing unconsciously slowed.
None of them dared move.
"T-This..." one of them whispered, his voice filled with shock. His body trembled slightly.
For a moment, the others did not respond, their eyes glued to the scene before them. Various expressions flickered across their faces.
Shock.
Disbelief.
"Let's return," one of them whispered and slowly retreated from the dune.
His voice remained extremely low. He feared the enemy might somehow detect them.
The remaining two immediately nodded. Slowly and carefully, the scouts retreated without making any noise.
Only after climbing down from the dune did they finally breathe out in relief.
Their faces were filled with urgency.
Without exchanging another word, they mounted their Greater Dune Scorpions and urged them to race back.
They needed to report what they had just seen immediately.
Not a single moment could be wasted.
