Placeholder: [in jungle, art by moebius] A knight’s gauntleted hand grips the hilt of a sword, but the weapon bears an ominous threat: a large scorpion poised on the blade, its deadly stinger raised. The polished armor contrasts with the organic menace, representing a conflict between man-made power and nature's lethal instincts. The detailed textures of the steel in the scorpion’s armored body [in jungle, art by moebius] A knight’s gauntleted hand grips the hilt of a sword, but the weapon bears an ominous threat: a large scorpion poised on the blade, its deadly stinger raised. The polished armor contrasts with the organic menace, representing a conflict between man-made power and nature's lethal instincts. The detailed textures of the steel in the scorpion’s armored body

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[in jungle, art by moebius] A knight’s gauntleted hand grips the hilt of a sword, but the weapon bears an ominous threat: a large scorpion poised on the blade, its deadly stinger raised. The polished armor contrasts with the organic menace, representing a conflict between man-made power and nature's lethal instincts. The detailed textures of the steel in the scorpion’s armored body

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