Scorn-flukes are vast, spiky sky-anemones whose spines and pulpy cores are decorated by ritual scarification. They are the raving outcast-prophets of their kind, typically furious, and speak fiery, destructive syllables in the tongue of heaven. Scorn-flukes use their vast spines, thick as steel beams, to reap souls for the knowledge they might contain, searching for someone, somewhere, who has a clue to Axile's location.