Chapter 83
Daelan POV
I don't hesitate.
The moment that twisted, half-humanoid queen emerges from her collapsing corpse and lets out that horrific, musical shriek, I know hesitation means death. The battlefield is chaos—a mess of injured bodies, shattered webbing, and the scent of blood thick in the air. The damage is catastrophic. Hunters everywhere are groaning, bleeding, crawling for cover. The healers are too injured to help, and there isn't time to wait.
I extend my hand.
The fallen spiders' blood—that thick, greenish-black substance—trembles. For a moment, it resists. It always does. But I grit my teeth, narrow my focus, and force my will into it.
It obeys.
The blood of the spiders rises, coiling midair, responding to my command. Not as fluid or easy to manipulate as human blood, but I don't need finesse right now. I need force.
