Ten days later. The Inner Earth World.
The sky above seemed to be veiled by a gray shroud. The heavy clouds were like solidified blocks of lead, hanging oppressively overhead.
The rolling sand dunes, deprived of sunlight, had lost their once-golden hue, now appearing dull and lifeless.
Against the backdrop of the overcast sky, the waves of sand took on a grim, grayish-brown color. A cold wind howled, made even more biting and bone-chilling by the lack of sunlight.
Suddenly, the sand on the corner of a dune loosened and slid away as a monstrous scorpion, nearly half the height of a man, quietly emerged.
Its shell was a dark, murky black, almost blending into the desert in the dim light.
After it appeared, it waved its two giant pincers in the air, seemingly wary of its surroundings.
Once it confirmed there was no danger, it moved off to one side.
