As Caleb and the ant continued their journey across the desert, they witnessed several more encounters where the dark swarm of crows attacked various creatures of the sand. Each scene was a brutal display of nature's harsh realities, as the soul-sucking crows descended upon their prey with a terrifying efficiency.
In one instance, a large scorpion with armor thick as stone tried to burrow into the safety of the sand, its claws snapping in futile defense. The crows, undeterred, swirled above it, waiting for the moment its defenses weakened. When the scorpion's energy waned, the crows struck, their dark forms diving into the scorpion's body, bypassing its physical armor to feast on its soul. The violence of their attack left the scorpion motionless, its body a mere shell in the sand.
Caleb watched, his expression a mix of fascination and revulsion. The ant, using its antenna, scribbled in the sand beside him, "Nature's cleaners, yet they grow too fast, too furious."
