The mountain forest was exceptionally silent at midnight.
Only the sound, uncertain whether it was the wind or the falling leaves, rustled softly.
"Why... why haven't you killed me yet..."
The Spider Queen, her limbs completely severed, writhed in the forest, her voice filled with endless resentment.
It was evident that the Spider Queen crawling forward under such conditions exceeded the concept of a normal creature.
The real explanation was that her body had been taken over by the Six-tailed Fox, leaving her to watch helplessly as her body marched towards death like a puppet.
Blood soaked into the soil, and the detached limbs and bones were ground down by the earth...
This feeling, worse than death, made the Spider Queen feel as if she had reverted to her weak and vulnerable childhood.
"You still have value, so you can live for now."
Walking leisurely ahead, bathed in moonlight, the Six-tailed Fox spoke softly.
