The Scorpion of Salquine was the most horrendous thing I have ever seen. Lining up in its tiny, long head was eyes of a dangerous glowing red, each of them searching for a perfect meal. It had a total of eight, mighty legs, its full body covered in its hard, organic shell. It had red lines painted in its body, ending on its mighty claws which was razor-sharp and gleaming as the flames behind it illuminated it.
It was even more horrible as its giant pincer made of yellow, sharp flesh throbbed with poison inside it, ready to kill anyone who was to have contact with it. I was sure that even a single touch of it will poison anyone in an instant.
“Run!” I told the girls around me, not bothering to look at Emeline of the Tides once again. She was a monster. For the time I had tried to protect
