The sloping land was silent except for the distant tremors of an ongoing battle and the scurrying feet of dozens of lizards rushing towards that battle.
The lizards were covered with thick crimson scales, their pointed tails like those of scorpions waving in the air behind them as they scurried across.
Their black eyes burned with murderous intensity.
Around them, the terrain was uneven, rocks rising here and there to create natural barriers.
One of such barriers was just down the slope, deeper into the never-ending abyssal crater. And unknown to the scurrying lizards, enemies were already laying there in ambush ahead of them.
The leader of the lizards had crimson scales too and was slightly bigger than the others. It was also E Rank, but it looked stronger.
And unlike the others, the tip of its sharp pointed tail was black like congealed blood.
It led the pack, its black eyes burning with bestial madness.
