A dark slit ripped through the floor like a glowing wound—purple light seeping out like poisonous fog. Wind spiraled upward, dragging leaves and dust, pulling us back a step.
Chubby hissed, "It's a rift—MOVE!"
But before any of us could react properly—
Lady Seraphine shrieked. Not a dignified princess scream.
No. A scream that echoed through three different dimensions.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH—OH MY GOD GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! GET IT—COFFI—SPIDER!!!"
She spun in circles.
Coffi teleported—she didn't run, she materialized beside her—slapping Seraphine's back, jacket, hair, shoulder, everywhere.
Slap. Slap-slap. Slap-slap-slap.
"STAND STILL, MY LADY!"
"HOW CAN I STAND STILL WHEN SOMETHING IS CRAWLING INTO MY SOUL?!"
One last dramatic smack—PANG!
Something hit the ground.
I expected a normal forest spider. Small, harmless, fuzzy.
No.
It was a demon spider.
Two heads.
Twenty legs.
Venom sacs glistening.
Big as a gold coin.
Its carapace pulsing with dark mana.
