Chapter 47

Seven Noble Arts

The Skorpyon approached me, its legs—sharpened to daggers at their ends—creating craters in the cave’s stone as they sunk.

A violet flame engulfed its carapace, pincers stretched to cut me in pieces.

A venomous sting cleaved the air.

Aimed straight at my heart.

My eyes snapped open as I jolted upright, screaming.

“Your Empyrean Highness, you are safe,” a hand’s chill s......