A post-apocalyptic wasteland, the Yermo lies in ruins. A behemoth of a muttascorpion, its segmented body as long as a city block, coils and uncoils like a living wrecking ball. Chitinous plates glint in the harsh sunlight, while razor-sharp pincers snap with malevolent intent. The once-green landscape now scorched and blackened, a desolate backdrop for this monstrous terror to reign supreme.
