Sylas looked down at the scorpion tail coming out of him. Veins of black and dark violet had begun to practically ooze outward from beneath his skin. Whatever thick, vicious liquid it was seemed to use his heart as a pump, plowing it through and eviscerating his blood.
It was poison in the truest sense, a raging inferno of cancerous menace looking to eat into everything in its path.
Sylas could feel it. That Rage that didn't quite feel like Rage, but more like… Madness.
Madness in the truest sense, as though the scorpion had lost its sense of self, or maybe that in battle, it had never had one. Its only goal was to take down its opponent at any cost.
There was no running, no hiding, no attempt at escape. It didn't want any of that.
It wanted carnage.
This was the true path of the Scorpion.
