The End of the Dream (2)

The scorpion eggs had already been incubated. If no accidents arose, the baby scorpions would break out of their shells shortly.

Now they had been reduced to a pile of goo, and their semi-transparent white tiny pincers and tails could be seen in the mix. Some of those body parts were even moving, even though they were in a dismembered state.

"No…" Saint Zachary touched that pile of egg goo with trembling hands, then suddenly raised his head with a murderous glint in his eyes.

He had wanted to say something, but he then saw Chris lying in a pool of blood. Next to her head from which the pool of blood spread out, there was a blood-drenched rock with sharp edges.

Saint Zachary's countenance changed greatly. He instantly ran to Chris's side and called out her name. "Chris…"