C819 A Constant Quarrel

Scorpion Island.

Blood Scorpion City.

What was once a tranquil town was now shrouded in a heavy, somber air.

Residents huddled together in hushed tones, their faces etched with concern.

The thunderous clatter of hooves broke the silence as a squadron of cavalry, mounted on fearsome chelicerae, charged down the central thoroughfare, drawing the gaze of many onlookers