100% Cotton 
Color: Black 
Racerback Crop Tank
 
The Scorpion Sigil — Venom of Oaths

Its sting is silence,
its oath is venom.
Betrayal bleeds quickest,
and the Codex marks the wound.

The Scorpion Sigil was not written in ink but scorched into the Codex’s hide, a symbol of venomous bargains and promises sworn in shadow. Where the serpent whispers lies, the scorpion stabs truths too sharp to endure. Its mark appears on covenants doomed to fail, on lips that swear falsely, on hands that bind themselves in blood but tremble at the cost.
 
Some claim that when the sigil stirs, a scorpion of shadow crawls from its frame, its sting delivering not death but silence — a venom that rots words in the throat and seals a liar’s breath forever.
To carry the Scorpion Sigil is to carry suspicion itself. Those who wear it are never trusted, and those who trust them never live long. For the Codex etched the scorpion as a reminder: every oath is venom, and every promise is a wound.