The entrance to Three-way Canyon.
Hundreds of Crystal Shell Giant Scorpions were packed together, a dense black mass that looked like a dark carpet spread across the ground.
They were angry. They were restless.
After circling a few times, the five strange silver birds in the sky, seemingly intimidated by their vast numbers, shrieked as they ascended and vanished into the clouds.
The Giant Scorpions let out triumphant hisses.
In their simple minds, driving away the enemy was a victory.
The few elite leaders climbed onto high rocks in a show of force, waving their giant pincers as if declaring their prowess to the swarm.
However, they failed to notice that on a high plateau forty kilometers away...
Ten steel machines, designated "Purgatory," had already silently deployed their support struts.
"Outriggers fixed."
"Firing solution calculated."
"Wind correction: Westerly, Grade 3."
"Target area: Fan-shaped assembly zone, Three-way Canyon entrance."
