Lord Ruben shot into the air like a released arrow, descending with terrifying force onto the spider devil's back—
SCRRRRRRRUNCH!!
The sound of cracking and breaking frames filled the plains, interwoven with the spider's shrill cry of pure agony.
But it didn't last long.
Still crouched on its back, Lord Ruben calmly balled his fist and, without ceremony, swung it—fast, precise—right at the human head of the spider.
It crumpled inward like an overripe fruit dropped from a great height.
Completely destroyed.
The spider body stood for a heartbeat longer… then collapsed.
"Is it dead?" Chiyama asked, wary.
"No," Bladir replied. "But it'll take a while to regenera—!! What?!"
His shock was justified.
The spider had lunged, its scythe-leg piercing through our Lord's arm like a needle through cloth.
Stupid, stupid beast.
He was going to let you go. Let you crawl back into the darkness and live.
But you—