"We need to do something," a deep voice echoed inside a dark chamber.
The air trembled under the powerful voice.
Seated in a circular pattern, elders of the Scorpion Clan could be seen. Each exuded a more intimidating aura than the last.
Their muscles bulged under their clothes, and their scales gleamed with bright luster.
At the center was a massive throne over three meters in height.
Compared to the Scorpion elders seated below, the space around the Scorpion Man on the throne trembled continuously as if it was going to shatter.
His scales and muscles were no different from blood.
Crimson to the extreme.
He was still like a stone, and his eyes were closed. If not for the faint pulsating energy from his stinger, many would have thought he was nothing but a statue.
However, the elders knew better.
