The Spider of Chaos let out a thunderous roar, freezing everything in its surroundings.
Its massive leg slammed down toward the spot where Lensin had been standing.
The tip of its leg pierced nearly a kilometer underground.
Far away, two figures watched the battle with keen interest.
Sentrie observed intently, thinking that an unexpected battle might erupt in the future.
Studying this clash could give his side an edge.
"Oh, this looks so much fun," Sentrie said.
"I wonder if I should join in?"
His eyes burned with determination.
Meanwhile, The Creator watched, assessing Lensin's skill.
In his mind, he chuckled.
"Show me your potential," he thought to himself.
After the Spider of Chaos withdrew its leg to inspect, it was shocked to find that Lensin was no longer there.
Startled and confused, it turned in all directions, its movement violent enough to stir a massive storm.
As it searched, a radiant darkness appeared high above in the sky.
From it, a colossal blade of shadow—large as a million mountains—was summoned and hurled toward the Spider of Chaos.
The spider swiftly dodged.
The once-empty void of a battlefield began to collapse under the sheer energy.
The environment was no longer the same.
The spider accelerated—its movement now on par with the speed oflight, heading toward where Sentrie and The Creator were. Sentrie looked on in shock and shouted
"It's coming!"
He looked up to see the tip of the spider's leg hurtling toward him. As it approached, his expression shifted from panic to exhilaration. Suddenly, a burst of white light shot from the leg as it struck at Sentrie.
The spider's leg exploded on impact, blood splattering the landscape, turning it into a sea of blood. Sentrie sat there smiling and said with interest.
"Thanks, The Creator. You arrived just in time."
Before him stood a figure holding two guns — none other than The Creator. The guns resembled shotguns with a white and yellow design, both aimed at the now-missing leg of the Spider of Chaos.
The Creator turned to Sentrie with a twisted smile — one that showed no eyes or nose, just a grin — and said
"Glad to help"
As the Spider of Chaos moved, it screeched in agony. At that moment, the Sword of Darkness was chasing behind it. Its countless eyes turned backward to evade the mysterious light attack, recognizing immediately that it was Lensin.
Suddenly, it collided with something. Turning to see what it had struck, it found a massive demonic hand—rotting, black, with long claws the size of stars. The hand emitted an aura capable of crushing even stars. The spider stared in horror before being grabbed.
The Spider of Chaos, trembling in terror, felt its body being crushed. Blood soaked the surroundings. It no longer had the strength to rise. Its countless eyes were filled with emotion—despair, fear, rage, hatred—wide open in disbelief.
Then, it saw a figure standing atop the hand. That figure leapt down onto the spider's body, walked toward its core, and plunged the Sword of Darkness deep into it. The spider screamed and thrashed as a light the size of the universe itself scorched its body.
As the light faded, one figure stood alone—Lensin, holding the Sword of Darkness. His eyes were empty of emotion. He sighed, just before spotting two figures running toward him—Sentrie and The Creator.
But suddenly…
All three of them felt an overwhelming pressure. The dimension of emptiness began to shatter. The three figures vanished, consumed by the void...