The moment Isis spoke those calm words, the entire group surged into action like a dam bursting under pressure. The desert, which had been holding its breath, erupted into chaos and violence.
The men shot forward without a single shouted order or wasted second, their bodies moving so quickly they became streaks of color against the golden sand. They kicked up long trails of dust that sparkled in the light from the five suns, resembling shards of broken glass in the air.
Before the horse-scorpion beasts could even lunge, the first impacts landed hard and fast. The sharp sound of metal striking chitin rang out across the empty dunes.
This was not just a battle; it was a dismantling, a one-sided blitz that unfolded like a choreographed storm where every warrior knew precisely where to strike and how to maintain momentum without ever slowing down.
