As the moments went by, Haze gradually regained his composure. His heart rate slowed to a more manageable rhythm and with a deep breath, he rose from the ground, shaking off the tiredness that had seized him just moments before.
Approaching the fallen scorpions, he gazed upon them. He still needed to cut off their stingers to complete his mission.
With a heavy sigh, Haze drew his sword and began to swing. One by one, he severed the scorpions' stingers, their potent weapons falling to the ground with a sickening crunch.
Surveying the carnage around him, Haze was filled with a sense of unease and foreboding.
The scorpions, once formidable opponents, were now nothing more than a grisly pile of twisted limbs and severed stingers.
He realized that staying any longer in this place was an unnecessary risk, one that could spell disaster for his quest
