"What is that!?" Akila asked as soon as Adrian brought out the Queen's corpse.
The entire thing was marred with burn wounds and melted body parts. But the worst thing about it was the smell. It felt like a thousand rotten eggs had been dumped on the battlefield.
People frowned, covering their noses as the smell of dried sulphur overwhelmed them. While the Banurs didn't recognise the beast, the Tulkas did, which was part of Adrian's intention.
Tulkas might refer to Adrian as a traitor or an outsider, but there was one thing they couldn't take away from him. It was him who killed the Queen, not Milka, but him.
If he could single-handedly defeat Queen Arachnid, dealing with the tribe would be a child's play.
'That's what they'll think,' Adrian thought, his fingers brushing against the Queen's corpse.
He planned to play with the enemy's mind. After all, an enemy with a troubled mind already had one foot in their grave. And he was right.
