Outside the palace, Scorpion City was deadly quiet except for the raging sounds of battle.
The frequent sounds of heavy, hurried footsteps echoed through the streets, creating an atmosphere filled with fear and uncertainty.
Scorpion Men, women, children, the old, and the young all hid behind their closed doors and windows, holding their breath.
Each and every one of them could feel the palpable tension hanging over their city.
No, not just over their city.
It was hanging over their heads.
The miserable cries of fallen clansmen cut deep into their hearts like a surgical blade.
For the Scorpion Clansmen who had never experienced such a devastating situation, this new experience was something they found difficult to bear.
Mothers and their children wept bitterly inside their homes.
Some were even praying and begging their King to come to their aid. To most Scorpion Clansmen, their King had become their spiritual pillar.
