Allen had turned the five-kilometer area around the entrance to Three-way Canyon into a heavily fortified military restricted zone.
An intelligent minefield, composed of hundreds of "Jumping Spider" self-destruct Golems, lay in wait, while a Demon Eye maintained constant surveillance from a fixed position high in the sky.
Twenty kilometers away on high ground, ten "Purgatory" launch platforms were deployed in a triangular formation. Their Red Lotus Magic Missiles were ready to fire, locked onto the Crystal Shell Giant Scorpion's nest twenty-four hours a day.
Standing on the shoulder of the "Pacifista" PX-1, Allen took one last look at the deep, deathly silent cavern.
Ever since that Second-level Crystal Shell Scorpion King had retreated, it had not shown itself again.
It was like a nuclear submarine lurking in the depths of the ocean. Although it remained silent for now, the oppressive feeling of a constant, looming threat weighed heavily on Allen's mind.
