It was like the fallen knights from the massacre site earlier…
Their final cries… Their regrets… Their rage… All of it swirled inside my chest, fueling me.
I screamed, and the Qi roared. I threw my hands out, and the cavern shook. I wasn't just fighting. I was becoming something terrifying.
Something that made even the spiders hesitate.
By the end…
The battlefield didn't even look like a cave anymore.
No.
It looked like a crime scene drawn by a drunk painter with a personal vendetta against arachnids and poor life choices.
The walls glistened with layers of green spider blood—thick, slimy, and disturbingly shiny, like someone slathered pesto all over nature's worst basement.
It dripped in long, sticky strands from stalactites like moldy honey waterfalls.
Even Jin's unconscious face ended up with a splatter at one point, and Henry gently wiped it off with,
"Sorry, bro—hold your dignity."
The floor was a battlefield mosaic:
—guts
—chitin shards
—broken fangs
