Bathed in sapphire glow, Gojo flew past the immense body of the Ice Brood Mother, doing a flip past the intricate net of black silk webbing trying to snare him.
Those threads were as sharp as razor blades, and as tough as steel. A literal net of deadly swords, and a single brush against their intertwined expanse could leave him minced. The magic engulfing his body crackled, and he slipped through the deadly net.
The Ice Brood Mother was unable to believe the audacity of such a bug to challenge her. Seeing him flying through her web unhindered was frustrating, and she couldn't wait to sink her fangs and such his organs out.
Her red glowing eyes moved, following Gojo's every move. He was fast, but not fast enough to escape her. Soon, spikes of ice rose from the ground like spears and burst upward, aiming at Gojo's small body with horrifying accuracy.
