In that instant, it was as if someone had hit the pause button on the endless, surging Sand-tailed Scorpion Tide.
Even in the heart of the sea of flames, the Sand-tailed Scorpions that had been wounded by the fiery rain—their bodies mangled and writhing—were now frozen in place, utterly motionless.
The Desert Sea was boundless, and yellow sand filled the sky.
A bizarre scene, as if time and space had frozen, manifested across the vast desert.
Then, the unseen threads of Telepathy that pulled and manipulated every single Sand-tailed Scorpion seemed to tremble in unison.
A ripple—its source and mechanics unknown—washed over every Sand-tailed Scorpion in the desert. It was as gentle as a spring breeze, yet as powerful as a tsunami, passing in an instant.
Another moment passed. As the ripple faded, the eerie stillness that had frozen time and space finally dissipated.
The relentless, surging advance was gone, and the suicidal frenzy had vanished without a trace.
