The Ruins That Devour the World

Just as the poisoned stinger was about to strike, Jin moved.

His movements were simple and efficient, as if he had rehearsed them a thousand times. He sidestepped and pivoted, his prosthetic left hand suddenly snapping out a sharp hook concealed in his wrist. It precisely deflected the scorpion tail’s fatal strike with a shrill metallic scrape. At the same time, the composite-carbon-fiber longsword in his right hand swept upward, slicing cleanly through the radiation scorpion’s relatively soft abdomen.