Albert couldn't even imagine what those people—those who had been swarmed by spiders in an instant—felt in the final moments before their deaths.
He raised his hand, and a few more strands of silk shot from his palm.
But just as the deity had warned, the threads were visibly growing thinner.
After knocking down several spiders, the silk Peach spat out wasn't even as thick as a chopstick anymore.
It was like a washed-up middle-aged man with a three-minute lifespan—his brief moment of glory already long gone.
Albert: "Damn it."
The remaining Dreadweaver Spiders also realized Albert was "out of ammo."
With a unified shriek, they lunged straight at him.
Luckily, Peach wasn't just for show.
Seeing that its newly learned ability had entered cooldown, it bared its needle-sharp, gleaming little teeth again, ready to show these things what a real glutton looked like.
