"It's looking at us," Zhao murmured, his wings deploying instinctively. "No, wait. It's looking at you, Ren."
It was true. The dozens of eyes covering the scorpion-creature were fixed on Ren with sickening intensity. There was recognition in that gaze, a familiarity that shouldn't exist between a human and a corrupted abomination.
"What does it want?" Julius asked, but his voice sounded distant, as if he were asking his own memories rather than expecting an answer.
When the creature was about fifty meters from the wall's base, it stopped again. Its pincers rose toward the sky. Its segments tensed, every piece of corrupted flesh straining against itself.
And then it opened what might have been its mouth.
The shriek that followed wasn't simply sound.
It was the same type of sonic attack that Ren had experienced underground and again not long ago with Julius, but amplified until it became something far more potent.
