The last thing the Dreadweaver Spider expected…
was for its prey to fight back.
For a moment—just a flicker—its grotesque face twisted into a very human expression of shock.
Learning from the poor guy who tried to run earlier, Hayes didn't bolt.
He attacked.
The Dreadweaver Spider excelled at distance strikes; giving it space was suicide.
The more terrifying its ranged attacks were, the more Hayes had to do the opposite—
get close.
Get under its defenses.
Aim straight for the softest target.
Even the fiercest monsters had vulnerable bellies.
The moment the spider slit open the outer silk, Hayes shot out of the cocoon.
His long, lean frame expanded in an instant—bones stretching, muscles swelling as he shifted.
In the blink of an eye, his entire body surged into the form of a towering, snow-white leopard.
Instead of retreating, he lunged forward with brutal force, slamming his weight onto the spider's torso.
The Dreadweaver Spider hadn't expected such audacity.
