Chapter 92
Zyden’s high Kingd reached Nagarak and staggered to a halt, he tried to speak but the words would not leave him, he drooled, he dribbled, tears of blood wet his cheeks. Nagarak’s fingers clenched into a fist and Zyden’s high Kingd lunged towards him, into his living pectoral’s furious embrace. It held him, it stung him, he screamed and screamed, then slid to the ground. Twisting, flailing, his body swelled, his skin split open, blood and venom sprayed into the air. He died. Before the warlords or their high Kingds could beg for mercy, drop to their knees before their new warlord Leo, Nagarak’s smiting fist clenched again. This time the scorpion needed no contact, its tail lashed wildly and the remaining high Kingds crashed to the crater’s floor, jerking and thrashing, voiding their bodi
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