Chapter 308: Meat for the Butcher

Morgana carefully descended the dark crater. 

There were many layers of broken tunnels she passed on the way, their splintered edges reaching out to snag at her wings whenever she drew too close. 

While some tunnels had the dried husks of dead scorpions among them, others still bore traces of life in the form of yellow hatchlings. They were mostly unattended, scavenging for what little they could eat amongst the rubble and other corpses, seemingly abandoned to fend for themselves.

Morgana didn't bother to attack them. They were too weak to stimulate her and were simply survivors of an ongoing battle. She doubted they could even see her flying in the darkness, humidity, stealth, as well as the ever present fog smothering everything within range.