The Sinful Young Master - Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Giant scorpians – 2

Eran and his knights drew their weapons, forming a defensive line.

Daus, his face a mask of determination, shouted orders to his warriors to spread out and contain the creatures. Sgard, one of them, as he was wanted to know. He stayed behind, feet struck while the rest of them sprung into action.

Belan and Lysandra moved with precision, their weapons flashing as they joined the fray.

She watched Jolthar from time to time, as she couldn’t wrap her mind around what Daurgien said. She heard it clearly that he said, goddess. She pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind as she focused on fighting the monster scorpions.

Each one towered over them, with a menacing presence. Their claws swinging at them like giant scythes, threatening to slice through flesh and bone with each strike. Belan and Lysandra fought back fiercely, their movements fluid and coordinated as they worked together to take down the creatures.

Daurgien, now further ahead, glanced back and saw the chaos he had unleashed. His lips curled into a cruel grin, though his frustration simmered beneath the surface. These scorpions would only delay them temporarily. He needed more time to reach the edge of the valley and disappear into the deeper desert.

“Let’s see how well you fare against despair,” he muttered, before vanishing further into the night, leaving the group to contend with his deadly summons.

–

The air crackled with tension as the group spread out, each member facing off against the towering scorpions. The desert floor trembled with their movements, the monstrous creatures lunging and striking with venom-dripping stingers and snapping pincers.

Jolthar stood tall atop Maelruth, his figure illuminated by the faint glow of his sword, which shimmered with void energy. The drake’s low growl reverberated through the battlefield, its amber eyes locked onto the nearest scorpion. Together, they were a force of nature—a seamless blend of strategy and brute power.

“Maelruth, charge!” Jolthar commanded.

The drake obeyed instantly, its powerful legs propelling it forward in a blur. Its claws, sharp as blades, tore into the desert sands, closing the distance between them and their target with terrifying speed. The scorpion lashed out with its massive pincer, but Maelruth twisted its muscular body, dodging the strike with an agility that belied its size.

Jolthar leaned forward, sword at the ready.

The scorpion reared up, its stinger arcing downward to strike. Jolthar swung his blade in a precise upward arc. “Void Slash!” The blade hummed with power as it connected with the stinger, slicing through it cleanly. The severed tip fell to the ground, hissing as venom spilt onto the sand.

The scorpion screeched in rage, its remaining pincer snapping wildly. Maelruth lunged forward, its claws finding purchase on the creature’s carapace. With a powerful leap, the drake pinned the scorpion to the ground.

Jolthar vaulted off the drake’s back, landing atop the writhing creature.

He drove his sword downward, the void energy surging through the blade and into the scorpion’s body. The creature convulsed before dissolving into a black mist, its unnatural life extinguished.

“Next one!” Jolthar called out, mounting Maelruth again.

Nearby, Eran led his knights in a coordinated assault against another scorpion. The creature lunged at them with its massive pincers, but Eran was quick, his sword flashing as he deflected the attack.

“Hold the line!” he shouted, rallying his men.

The knights moved as a unit, lined up in a defensive formation. As the scorpion’s stinger came down, one knight used his shield to block the blow, the force of the strike pushing him back but holding firm.

Eran seized the opportunity, darting forward and driving his blade into the creature’s jointed leg.

The scorpion screeched, its movement faltering as the knights pressed the advantage.

“Focus on the legs!” Eran ordered. The knights responded in unison, their swords hacking at the creature’s limbs until it collapsed. Eran leaped onto its back, driving his sword into its head with a grunt of effort. The scorpion let out one final shriek before falling still.

On the other side of the battlefield, Belan and Lysandra fought with precision and grace. Belan wielded the blade that shimmered faintly in the moonlight, while Lysandra’s twin daggers moved like extensions of her hands.

The two women flanked their opponent, circling the scorpion like wolves hunting prey. The creature struck at Belan with its pincer, but she dodged effortlessly, her blade slicing across its side. Lysandra used the distraction to dart in, her daggers stabbing into the softer joints of the scorpion’s legs.

“Keep it moving!” Belan called out, her eyes sharp and focused.

The scorpion turned its attention to Lysandra, its stinger arcing down. Lysandra rolled out of the way, her movements fluid and practised. As the creature overextended itself, Belan leaped onto its back, driving her blade into its carapace. The scorpion thrashed, but Lysandra was quick to follow, her daggers stabbing into its vulnerable underbelly. Together, they brought the creature down in a flurry of coordinated strikes.

Jolthar and Maelruth were already on their third target, the drake weaving through the battlefield like a predator in its element. This scorpion was larger than the others, its pincers glowing faintly with dark energy.

The creature lunged at them, its stinger striking with blinding speed. Maelruth twisted midair, dodging the attack, while Jolthar leaned low against the drake’s back to avoid a sweeping pincer.

“Hold steady, Maelruth!” Jolthar urged.

The drake roared in response, charging at the scorpion with unrelenting ferocity. Maelruth leaped onto the creature, its claws raking across the carapace and finding a grip. The scorpion screeched and thrashed, trying to dislodge the drake. Jolthar swung his sword in a wide arc, the void energy radiating from the blade illuminating the battlefield.

“Voidstrike!” he bellowed, bringing the sword down with all his might.

The blade cut deep into the scorpion’s head, splitting it open. The creature let out a piercing shriek as its body convulsed violently. Maelruth snarled, its claws digging deeper, ensuring the scorpion could not escape.

Jolthar pulled the sword free and jumped off the creature just as it collapsed, its body disintegrating into black mist. Maelruth stood triumphant beside him, its chest heaving as it let out a victorious roar that echoed across the desert.

As the last scorpion fell, the battlefield fell silent, save for the laboured breaths of the group.

Jolthar surveyed the scene, his sword still glowing faintly in his hand. The others regrouped, their faces marked by sweat.

Eran approached, his sword resting on his shoulder. “You and that drake of yours are something else,” he said with a nod of respect.

Jolthar glanced at Maelruth, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yeah, he indeed is,” he said simply.

Belan and Lysandra joined them, their weapons sheathed but their expressions wary. “Where did these creatures come from?”

Jolthar nodded, his gaze shifting to the horizon. “I guess that Daurgien is the one who summoned them.”

The scorpions were defeated.

–

The desert was eerily silent after the battle with the scorpions, the oppressive weight of the night settling over the group like a suffocating shroud. The smell of scorched sand and black blood lingered in the air, a grim reminder of the creatures they had just faced.

Daurgien was nowhere to be seen, his shadowy form having vanished into the expanse of the desert.

Jolthar sheathed his blade, its faint glow fading as the void energy dissipated. Maelruth, the ever-loyal drake, stood beside him, its flanks rising and falling with heavy breaths. The creature let out a low rumble, its amber eyes scanning the horizon as if it, too, was frustrated by the escape of their quarry.

“Rest for now,” Jolthar called to the others, his voice firm but laced with concern. “We’ve pushed ourselves far enough tonight.”

The group assembled near a cluster of rocky outcroppings that provided some shelter from the cold desert wind.

Eran and his knights slumped against the stones, their armour scratched and dented from the battle. Lysandra silently handed out bandages, her deft hands tending to minor wounds with practised ease. Belan sat cross-legged, her blade across her lap as she inspected the damage sustained during the fight.

Jolthar knelt beside Maelruth, running a hand over the drake’s scales to check for injuries. The creature snorted softly, nudging Jolthar with its massive head as if to reassure him it was fine.

Jolthar approached Eran first, who was busy helping one of his knights remove a damaged gauntlet.

“Is everyone holding up?” Jolthar asked.

Eran nodded. “We’ve seen worse, but this wasn’t exactly a skirmish we were prepared for.” He gestured to the scorched sand. “Those scorpions were no ordinary summons.”

Jolthar grunted in agreement, his gaze shifting to Belan and Lysandra. “How about you two?”

Belan raised an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance flashing on her face. “Still breathing, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Barely,” Lysandra added, though her tone was teasing. She glanced at Jolthar’s sword. “You did a number on those creatures. You and that drake of yours make quite the pair.”

Jolthar inclined his head in acknowledgement before turning to Daus, who was seated apart from the group, deep in thought.