"Scorpion King?"
Except for Alwin and Dain, no one had heard the name before.
"To this day I refuse to think it was anything but a dream!" Dain plainly stated.
"You mean nightmare." Alwin corrected, "The thing was … like you said, Elred, like a mountain. All of us had seen and killed behemots before, we have to clean our zones at least once in a decade from them. But if a behemot can be in a size of a hill, then the scorpion was in the actual size of a mountain."
"Back then also only a handful of us survived." Dain said, "But we were a regular hunting party of a hundred and fifty, and it ambushed us, seemingly from nowhere. Just like your group, most of our guys died from under it's weight, not abilities. Damn Scorpion King …"
"We went back afterwards, but couldn't find it. We searched for almost half a year before giving up, and the thing has not been spotted aver since." Alwin finished the story.
