The Crystal Scorpions have buried themselves deep in the desert of Shurima, the youngest and bravest individuals closest to the surface, ready to awaken in times of danger and protect the others. Skarna gains the most power from his Life Crystal, so he is also the most powerful of all his compatriots, so he is one of the last Shell people to go into hibernation.

They had slept in solitude for hundreds of years, when suddenly one day, Skarna woke up from his dormant position near the surface. The deafening explosion shattered the earth, and the direction of the explosion was right in the direction of their sleeping place, and all the shell people near the surface were stunned. A group of robbers discovered the sleeping Shell Terrans and tore the crystals out of their crystalline bodies. Skarna was protected by his own crystal, so he withstood the blast. He leapt out of the yellow sand, frantically struck with his twin pincers, and stinged with his stinger. Although the robbers were overwhelmingly outnumbered, he still killed many of them, and the rest fled. To his horror, Skarna discovered that he was the only one who managed to wake up, and that many of his people's crystals had been stolen.

Skarna tried to resurrect his sleeping compatriots, but the humans recklessly took too many Life Crystals, and several Shell People had crystal shards left, but when Skarna woke them up, they died not long after, while the others were not able to be awakened at all. Skarna wandered in the desert for weeks, mourning beside his laid-back compatriots. He was sure that the crystals would soon be destroyed and destroyed when they fell into the hands of humans, so he felt compassion for those crystals as well.

But weeks later, as the sun broke through the horizon, Skarna heard distant voices echoing in his head. The cries were faint, but they were very clear. These were the voices of stolen crystals, and they cried out to him in terror, begging Skarna to bring them back to their fellow citizens. Skarna hesitated, torn between whether to save the lost crystals or to stay here to protect the surviving Shell Clans. After a few more weeks, Skarna had buried all traces of the excavation, and he could no longer endure the painful wails of his fellow citizens at the atrocities of humanity and decided to set out to save the lost crystals.

Skarna embarks on a long and arduous journey, tracking down the whereabouts of the crystal stone while secretly praying that his fellow citizens beneath the desert will not be discovered by others. Although his search was lonely, he occasionally heard a lost crystal calling to him, and at each point he felt a mixture of joy and pain. He turned his grief into unshakable determination, vowing not to give up until he retrieved all the Life Crystals.

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The soft-skinned man has broken our slumber of a thousand reincarnations.

For a long time, I've been experiencing the world's brilliant sports. Although I couldn't see them, I knew that the stars were bursting above me and then perishing. I can still feel the warmth of the sun bringing life to the yellow sand.

Then my heart slowed and I curled up in the dry sand to warm my body and prepare for a long sleep. I thought my time underground would be lonely, and the earth wouldn't respond to my touch. But everything around me is of the same race. I could feel the rustle of them in their slumber. I listened to their silent whispers come into my mind, and I heard their dream songs describe more than that. A world without soft skins, without fear, pain, doubt. A world in great peace.

In the sand, we are all connected, and we enter into dreams as a community. There are not just singers, but all living beings: worms wrapped in rounded valleys, moles digging tunnels waiting to give birth, and even a litter of soft-haired spiders that spend the night in the depths of the darkness.

I thought the rocks were stiff, cold, and indifferent. But they're also part of who we are. The stones are warm, and the deeper we dig, the closer we get to the primordial fire of this world. Every time the fury boils underground, I sing. Its tremors shook the sand until I responded with my own fury. We are one. We don't distinguish between each other. Your anger is equal to mine. I heard it thanks during the rainy season, when the moist droplets soaked the sand and the land became fertile and abundant.

Then the soft-skinned man came, and brought only pain to the earth. Our singing turned into a cry, and we were torn, destroyed, and scattered. The soft-skinned men dug out my kindred, and I heard the song of sorrow. They pulled the stone crystals out of our bodies and stole them, and we could only scream in pain, louder than an earthquake. For countless nights I sang and sang until my heart became hollow and cold, but they did not come back.

Today, I came to the Upper Realm alone. Today, the dry wind burns my outer skin. With every step I took, the sand grinded in protest. I resisted the urge to bury myself deeply, to go into the depths of darkness. I didn't leave, I was still part of the community, not outside the community.

In the distance, I hear songs of pain and fear. The tone was weak, but I remembered the melody and I sang my own sad song. A note of hope came to my mind, clear and beautiful. It's a little close, it's a little bit.

Another starry sky turned over me and passed again. The eternally flickering universe is looking down at me. I could feel the scorching weight coming from above. I should have gone down, but here I am, alone in the cold wind.

I have spent three months on earth. A blink of an eye, a slighter presence. A warm whisper spread silently in the underground, and it spread in the upper realm, and I felt the loneliness of eternity.

Ahead, I heard the soft-skinned man. They can't sing, they just shout. Their tones are scratching and colliding, without melody or harmony. They burn flesh with false fire. The smell of fat polluted the air, and the stench suffocated me. Why would they do this? There is so much earth, enough for everything.

That melody called me weakly. It's not close. The famous stone is already very close.

I have to explain; Their race is only three reincarnations so young, they're just beginning to dig, and they haven't unlocked the beginning yet. They could talk, but I didn't hear them sing. They will learn.

I put the song of the Calm Continent in their minds so that they can feel the great beauty we experience while we are sleeping. I sing for my dead people so they know what they have stolen.