Chapter 77 Giant Scorpians
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Updated : Sep 24th, 2025
As soon as the creature saw Daus, its eyes burned with new found intensity.
Then it let out a sharp, maniacal sound—a metallic, screeching laugh that made their ears ring, as though nails were being dragged across steel.
The laughter subsided, replaced by a voice that was raspy and venomous. It locked its burning gaze on Daus and spoke with deliberate malice.
"You cunning bastard.," he hissed.
"You called for help from outsiders... and not just any outsiders." The creature's gaze flicked to Jolthar, a twisted grin spreading across its face. "From a goddess herself."
The words sent a ripple of confusion through the group.
Jolthar, his expression hardening, took a step forward, sword still drawn. "What are you talking about?" he demanded. His frown deepened as the creature turned its attention to him fully.
"You, boy," it sneered, its voice dripping with mockery. "Do you think your goddess would approve of you being here? Playing the hero in a mortal's game?"
"What in the bloody fuck are you talking about?" Jolthar cursed.
Jolthar's grip tightened on his sword. The creature's words were cryptic but unnervingly personal.
How could he know about him or his connection to powers beyond this world? His mind raced, but before he could demand answers, Daus stepped forward, his face pale but resolute.
"Daurgien," Daus breathed, recognition dawning in his eyes. "It's you."
At this, the creature—Daurgien—let out another ear-splitting laugh, doubling over as if genuinely amused. "You recognize me, sly bastard," it rasped. "I thought no one would. After all, it's been so long since you betrayed me."
Daus's expression twisted with a mix of anger and guilt. His voice trembled, but he forced his words out. "You... you were the one responsible for this. All of this chaos, these disappearances—it's you."
"Yes," Daurgien snarled, straightening up to his full, imposing height. "It's me. At last, I've found my moment. And now, I'll show you what true hell looks like."
This slowed the others in pursuit, but Jolthar and Maelruth pressed on, undeterred.
"Persistent fool," Daurgien hissed. He extended a clawed hand, dark energy swirling around his fingers. The desert trembled, and moments later, they emerged.
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From beneath the sands ahead, giant scorpions burst forth, their monstrous forms towering over the desert floor. Each creature was a grotesque amalgamation of carapace and shadow, their chitinous exoskeletons glistening like obsidian under the moonlight. Their stingers, curved and razor-sharp, dripped with venom that hissed as it touched the ground.
The lead scorpion lunged directly at Jolthar and Maelruth, its massive pincers snapping with bone-crushing force.
Jolthar, calm and focused, pulled Maelruth to the side with a sharp tug on the reins. The drake growled, its movements agile despite its size, dodging the scorpion's attack by mere inches.
From his perch atop Maelruth, Jolthar assessed the threat.
There were many, each larger than a house. He could feel the dark energy radiating from them—they were no ordinary scorpions but constructs summoned by Daurgien's corrupted power.
"Maelruth!" Jolthar shouted.
The drake responded instantly, letting out a deafening roar and charging at the nearest scorpion.
With a swift leap, Maelruth drove its powerful claws into the creature, pinning it to the ground as its venomous stinger thrashed wildly. Jolthar took the opportunity, leaping from the drake's back to land atop the scorpion.
He raised his sword, which shimmered faintly with void energy.
"Void Burst!" he roared, swinging the blade in a precise arc.
The air around the sword howled as the void energy cleaved through the scorpion's carapace. The creature let out a shrill, unnatural screech before collapsing, its body falling on the sand.
Behind him, the rest of the group arrived.
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