The Phantom Ash Scorpion, trapped within the hardened shell of its own petulantly secreted shadow-resin, was actively projecting a stream of highly compressed, psychic profanity directly into Sunny's auditory meridians.
"Squash the blood-bag... Rot your mother's core... Sever the limbs..."
Sunny explicitly could not fathom where his Tier 4 assassin had acquired such a comprehensive vocabulary of demonic vulgarity.
He firmly concluded that the insect had passively absorbed the ambient malice of the Vanguard mercenaries during their slaughter-drills. He casually channeled a microscopic sliver of dark Qi, shattering the resin cocoon.
The massive Scorpion dropped to the floor with a heavy thud. It immediately curled its dual, venom-dripping stingers inward, pressing its armored body flat against the stone, explicitly realizing it had overstepped its bounds. It vibrated with a sudden, localized dread, awaiting absolute punishment.
