The forest of Mount Natagumo was unnaturally silent. Not the calm, peaceful kind of silence, but the heavy, suffocating kind that felt like it was watching you back. The mist drifted between the trees in lazy, ghostlike motions, twisting and coiling as if alive. I walked forward slowly, boots pressing against the damp soil, while Yuri Alpha followed a few steps behind—ever-vigilant, her mechanical precision cutting through the eerie stillness.
We'd been walking for several minutes now, and the deeper we went, the stronger the stench of blood became. It wasn't hard to notice the signs of battle: broken swords, shredded uniforms, and faint trails of crimson staining the ground. The webbing stretched across the trees like a massive spider's domain—thick, silvery threads glistening faintly under the moonlight.
Then, I saw them.
Several humanoid shapes were hanging from the webs—some motionless, others twitching slightly. The first one dropped down suddenly, landing heavily on the ground in front of us. A human… no, not quite. His eyes were dull and lifeless, and his body moved like a puppet being pulled by unseen strings.
I recognized the uniform instantly—the distinct haori and the Demon Slayer Corps emblem etched on the back.
"So, the puppets have arrived," I murmured, narrowing my eyes. "If I remember right, only the Spider Demon Mother has this ability."
The puppet lunged forward, its movements jerky but fast. Yuri reacted instantly. With one graceful step, she drew her blade and parried the strike. Her movements were flawless—efficient and sharp, like a perfectly calculated equation of death.
Two more puppet Slayers dropped from above, their eyes equally empty, and attacked in unison. Yuri spun elegantly, deflecting both blades in a single sweeping motion before impaling one through the chest. The other she disabled with a quick strike to the neck.
"They are human," she reported, her tone calm but her eyes analytical. "Controlled through external force. The threads—they're attached to the base of the neck and wrists."
I looked up. The faint shimmer of spider silk glowed in the moonlight, connected all the way into the canopy. "Hmph. The Spider Mother's control web."
With a flick of my wrist, I conjured a spark of energy and hurled it at one of the threads. The impact burned through the silk instantly, and the puppet collapsed to the ground like a lifeless doll.
But I could feel dozens more around us—faint heartbeats, the trembling presence of humans caught in invisible strings.
"Yuri," I said, turning slightly toward her. "Cut off the webs controlling them. Sever the connection, but don't kill them."
She nodded sharply. "Understood, my lord."
With that, she vanished—her speed almost impossible to track with the naked eye. I watched as flashes of light darted across the trees, and one by one, the silver threads snapped. The moment they did, the human puppets slumped to the ground, unconscious but alive.
Meanwhile, I dealt with the spider demons that began to crawl out from the mist. They emerged from every direction—grotesque mockeries of arachnid and human forms, their eyes glowing faintly red, their claws dripping with venom.
One lunged at me from behind a tree, and I didn't even bother to turn. I snapped my fingers, and the creature disintegrated into ash. Another tried to leap from above; I raised my hand lazily, and a pulse of energy rippled outward, tearing it apart midair.
More came, screeching, desperate, throwing themselves at me like mindless beasts—and each time, the same result. Ash. Silence.
When the last one fell, the forest returned to its deathly quiet. The mist lingered, but the webbing was starting to thin—Yuri's work was efficient, as expected.
She reappeared beside me a moment later, her sword clean, her posture immaculate. "All identified threads have been severed, my lord," she reported. "The humans are unconscious but unharmed. I have ensured they cannot move or injure themselves."
I glanced toward the fallen Demon Slayers. Their bodies were scattered around the clearing, breathing shallowly. They'd probably wake up later, confused but alive.
"Well done, Yuri," I said, my tone low but approving. "You handled that cleanly."
She bowed deeply. "It is my duty, my lord."
I looked around again, sensing the faint ripple of demonic energy far deeper within the mountain. It pulsed rhythmically, like the heartbeat of something waiting—watching.
"The one controlling them is still close," I murmured. "She's watching us through her threads."
Yuri's hand moved to her blade. "Shall I hunt her down?"
I shook my head. "No. We'll both go."
I turned toward the heart of the mountain, where the mist grew thicker and the air seemed to vibrate faintly with demonic presence. "Let's go find the one controlling them," I said quietly.
Yuri nodded once. "Understood, my lord."
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