Standing in front of the Scorpion Clan City, the only city in the Crimson Dunes, Solenne stared at the dense dozens of guards around the city wall with a stoic expression.
Even though she had come prepared, standing in front of such a terrifying and intimidating force still gave her mental pressure.
Without Thoren, she would not have had the courage to come to the Scorpion City, even if she was given ten lives.
She might be a Level 37, close to Level 38 Blade Dancer, but she knew better than to think she was strong enough to contend with the domineering Scorpion Men.
The Scorpion City was not like Mantis Town.
It was not like the smaller settlements scattered around the Crimson Dunes.
It was a true fortress.
A symbol of power.
The walls rose high above the crimson sand, dark and rough like they had been carved from the bones of ancient beasts.
From every watch point, cold eyes looked down at her.
But now, with their plans in motion, this was not the time to cower in fear.
