Snakes wrapped around Ophiuchus’ body. He had little strength left and was glad for them to head his call. They dragged him out of the soft grave and carried him far from it. Stop, he thought. They froze in place. Cover the grave. Leave no tracks.

They hissed and bowed to his command. The grave looked like how those blasted kids dug it. What fools they were. They did some damage, but it would take more than what they did to kill a constellation like him.

He grunted as his snakes carried him over a rock. He could feel the wound on his heart open and bleed out. The snakes did an excellent job of leaving no tracks. He was glad he did not have to worry about that, but fear lingered in his mind. Sha’al didn’t understand why he felt afraid of a bunch of brats. He could easily defeat them once that damned wolf succumbs to the poison.

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He growled as he realised he would have to wait to continue that battle. The humans did more damage on him than he thought, and he would likely be stamped out by Stellina even if she was weakened. They were certainly skilled fighters. He needed allies.

Take me across the mountains and into the desert, he commanded. I’ll manipulate Scorpio’s little tribe. A devilish grin crossed his face. Just you wait, children. I’ll be back, and everything you created will come undone. The light of the fire the Fisherman Tribe had made disappeared from view as he entered the forest.

Just you wait.

The End