The scorpion eggs had already been incubated. If no accidents arose, the baby scorpions would break out of their shells shortly.
Now they had been reduced to a pile of goo, and their semi-transparent white tiny pincers and tails could be seen in the mix. Some of those body parts were even moving, even though they were in a dismembered state.
"No…" Saint Zachary touched that pile of egg goo with trembling hands, then suddenly raised his head with a murderous glint in his eyes.
He had wanted to say something, but he then saw Chris lying in a pool of blood. Next to her head from which the pool of blood spread out, there was a blood-drenched rock with sharp edges.
Saint Zachary's countenance changed greatly. He instantly ran to Chris's side and called out her name. "Chris…"
