On the feed from Three-way Canyon, thirty adult Giant Scorpions were crawling out of their caves, split into ten groups.
Their movements were systematic. Each group of three fanned out, moving in a different direction.
Allen stared at the screen, his expression flickering and uncertain in the red glow of the warning lights.
"They're looking for that dead scout."
'According to the data from the last battle, it would take a PX-0 working with an ancient weapon to kill an adult Giant Scorpion quickly. Otherwise, we'd have to slowly wear it down with a PX-1A.'
[Based on behavioral analysis, they will finish searching a 50-kilometer radius within 12 hours.]
[Probability of mine and factory exposure: 100%.]
'This isn't a matter of 'this will be a tough fight' anymore. It's a matter of 'how can I die with some dignity?''
'There's not enough time.'
Allen turned to look at the Golems on standby inside the factory.
