Skorvex the Venom-Wrought wasn’t summoned.
He arrived.
With gleaming black chitin and a staff that dripped malice, the warlock scorpion emerged from the canyon mists. His armor hissed with every motion, every rune etched with forbidden venom. No announcement. No army. Just him.
Bonecrack Hollow, the goblin stronghold, had long been a stain on the region. They attacked caravans, razed shrines, and built their throne from the bones of fallen heroes. It reeked of cruelty and old grease. Until the wind changed—and the Bastards sent something worse.
Skorvex didn’t knock.
One beam.
That’s all it took.
A jagged, crackling ray of poison-green energy cut through the goblin camp like a whip of vengeance. Tents burst into caustic flames. Goblins screamed as their weapons disintegrated in their hands. Bone, flesh, and ego melted into sludge under the warlock’s toxic presence.
By the time he entered the camp’s heart, the fight had already been lost.
No one could stop him—
Because there was nothing left to stand.
He stepped over dissolving corpses and gurgling cries, walking with regal detachment toward the goblin throne. A twisted seat of bark and femurs waited, steaming. With slow, deliberate grace, Skorvex sat.
The green mist wrapped around him like a coronation cloak.
And thus, the Mythical Bastards claimed another stronghold.
No paperwork. No survivors.
Just a new legend.
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