CHAPTER 31: SCORPION 4

In the past few minutes where the miserable insect shrieked and wailed like a banshee’s mournful song through the barren giant tree roots. The sound of the wail, a chilling and sorrowful symphony for the two creature’s. Black and Zephyr. There eyes shone like the two orbs of golden and Scarlett gems, a spark of intrigue and curiosity hidden beneath there deapth.

"Why is he screaming so much. My ears hurts!" Black complained in his mind. His words laced with discomfort. He was sitting on the severed pincer of the unfortunate insect. The pincer was almost double his size.

"Yeah! we also got injured when we fought those monsters in the past few days! Because of our inexperience. But let alone cry we never even shed a tear!" Replied zephyr her voice tinged with amusement as she looked at the insect. Standing near black.

"Are you sure he is almost 90 years old! Black. Because I don’t think so." Asked Zephyr, unable to accept the sight before her.

"He is! I saw its information in the system"

"Then why is he shrikeing so horribly. As a near century old monster shouldn’t he be... Ugh... You know! A little more tolerant towards pain since he must have killed a lot of monster in that long life of his". Questioned Zephyr, her words laced with confusion.

"I don’t know! Must be a unique case I suppose... haha!" Suggested Black. As even he didn’t know, why this insect who was so arrogant before. Was like this now.

Both Black and Zephyr continued there pointless conversation through there soul bond. Waiting for the insect to stop screaming.

After 10 minutes or so. Scor’ell screams finally died down.

He was still in a lot of pain evident by the grunts he realised. Nonetheless the pain had receded to a tolerable level. Finally giving him some space to breath.

With the receding pain, came a sense of clarity, sharpness even coherence.

Therefore Scor’ell finally looked at the two creature’s in front of him. His crimson eyes unable to hide his burning wrath like a reging inferno. As he glared at the two ’still’ lowly creature’s.

The insect spoke, his voice demanding, still arrogant as though thinking he still had a chance to win.

"How are you unaffected by this ability of mine! You lowly creature’s! how!" Screamed scor’ell.

His voice enraged like a smoldering ember, the words spoken carried an undeniable tone of delusion as though mistaking reality for an illusion.

"I won’t accept it! How can I be in such a pitiable state! So easily! No! I won’t accept it." His voice a ghostly echo of his earlier screams like a fractured mirror, reflecting only the violence of his screams.

Black suggested with an amused smirk, intrigued by the scorpion’s wild behaviour ...

"Looks like he had gone mad. Why don’t you finish him zephyr and be done with it". His words laced with boredom, he just wants to sleep already.

She asked "Umm! should I" as even she was starting get bored now.

Observing the lowly creature’s completely non-chalant nature, scor’ell flipped, enraged. He tried to stood up.

But then his eyes widened in horror.

He realised that he couldn’t even move!. No he couldn’t even feel his body! No scor’ell couldn’t even feel his magical energy anymore.

In desperation he looked at the two creature’s, "Wh-what! What did you do to me! Why can’t I feel my body! My energy? I can’t feel it too! What did you do?" He said, However this time his voice low and husky. His words cracked, dripped with a tone of fear and trapidation.

Finally understanding the position he was in, like a defenseless child. A jarring realization that his life wasn’t safe anymore like he had thought. His earlier illusions seems to have finally broken like a glass shattering on impact.

"Well since you are going to die soon anyway. I might as well tell you". Zephyr began her voice tinged with satisfaction. She liked the look in those eyes, the fear and terror as the worm looked at her. Somehow it gave her a sense of accomplishment.

She still remembered, that in the past before she met Black, her eyes also reflected that same gaze. The gaze of weakness.

However, now she had changed, she wasn’t that same weak little girl anymore. If previously she would’ve cowered in fear and begged for her life upon encountering this scorpion, living in the shadows of her weakness.

Now, she has become strong enough that the one. Who could’ve trampled on her was the one being trampled on by her. She had become this strong all because of Black, who helped her shed her previous weak skin to transform in her current confident self by evolving her into a Quantiarch.

She couldn’t describe just how much grateful she was to Black. Just how much she valued their current bond.

Her raven black hair tinged with Scarlett strands moved like a million coiling serpents, as she walked towards the insect. Each step echoing in the silence like a jarring reminder of his approaching doom.

Scor’ell’s crimson eyes widened in fear as he looked at those cold serpentine eyes, those Scarlett-onyx orbs that glimmered with a predatory gaze, left his body petrified. A cold shiver ran down his spine like the premonition of death.

"You should remember who you messed with, after all some things can’t be undone ones done. And regret it for all eternity in the after life. Hehehe... if there is one of course! Hehehe" Zephyr spoke as her eerie laughter echoed in the still darkness. Standing before the miserable insect who didn’t even have the courage to whisper a word let alone speak, his half intect insect body shuddering in fear and trepidation like a leaf trembling in a hurricane.

His fear like a cold hand squeezing his gut, as though a tightening knot in his chest, a silent scream trapped in his throat. He simply listened to her without a word spoken aloud or maybe he couldn’t speak. His mind had already broken, cracked! His crimson eyes ones full of life. Now were nothing but an empty shell. As he listened to her he realized just how foolish he was to even think about challenging such being.

Zephyr saw the look in his eyes and lost all interest in the insect. Therefore even before the insect could beg for his life to be spared. His head was beheaded in a swift motion, there was no scream, no plea, just a silent thumping noise of the scorpion head hitting the ground along with his body and the blood pooling the earth like a dark canvas painted with the scorpion’s despair.

*Thud...* *Thud...*

The faint shimmer of life in those dead eyes also faded like mist by the tempest winds.

Apparently it wasn’t much that zephyr had to do to kill this rank 6 creature. Just after there first exchange, Zephyr knew by all her being that the scorpion wasn’t a match for her. She even got a little embarrassed at that time for overestimating her opponent this much. She also lost all her interest in enjoying the battle and decided to end it quickly.

By simply using her poison mist when she had a small conversation with the scorpion. Additionally since her poison mist was both invisible and odorless in essence the insect didn’t even realize when she used her ability. Furthermore both of there base prowess was also same and by using her ability which gave her an additional 2.5 levels of battle prowess with her magical energy with 11 levels of prowess.

Her battel prowess became a whooping 13.5 level higher when she used her Poison Mist.

And since the scorpion didn’t even know about her poison mist, it didn’t even put up any defenses either and even if he had, it would’ve been pointless anyways.

Therefore, after entering his body her poison started eroding his manavains rapidly, the scorpion didn’t even realize what was happening to him until it was to late. That was one of the reasons the scorpion couldn’t sense zephyr standing below him at that time either.

And the rest is story...

"What a let down!" Said zephyr, her words tinged with disappointment. Her serpentine eyes with narrowed onyx slits mirroring her voice.

She sighed.

*Sigh...*

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