120 THE DEACON OF RA
The Sun Scorpions were massive, black-armored monsters, their stingers glowing like miniature suns. Each claw radiated heat, capable of searing flesh instantly.
From their tails, they could launch searing plasma, blinding foes with bursts of radiant energy, and under the twin suns of Anu, even the most grievous wounds healed rapidly.
"We can't outrun them—there are too many of them," Dan muttered.
Without hesitation, he leapt into the nearest scorpion, cracking its head. A wave of electricity and kinetic force rippled across the sand, toppling several others.
The scorpions collapsed as sparks danced across their armored shells.
"See? Not too hard. These things aren't that strong," Dan said, a hint of confidence in his voice.
"Don't underestimate them," Zalira warned. "Many strong heroes have fallen because they did. Their viciousness is unmatched."
Defeating the Sun Scorpions wasn't difficult in a single strike—but killing them? That was Impossible. Any wound they suffered healed instantly under the sunlight. Cracked shells nded, bodies restored, as if the desert itself empowered them.
"The scorpions aren't dead," Eryn said, her voice tense.
Dan turned, his eyes widening.
The creatures he thought destroyed were already climbing back to their feet. At the sa ti, more erupted from the desert sands.
"Damn it—we have to run!" he yelled, grabbing Eryn and pulling her along.
"Put
down! I can run on my own!" she protested.
"No, you're too slow," he replied firmly.
But they hadn't gone far before the scorpions caught up. Running on sand was exhausting, while the creatures burrowed and swam beneath the surface, closing the distance with terrifying speed.
"We're surrounded," Zalira said, scanning the horizon.
"How do we kill these damn things?" Dan asked, frustration creeping in.
"Not during the day," Zalira replied grimly. "The twin suns heal them faster than you can harm them. It's a waste of our ta power to try."
"The sun heals them? damn
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