"The hunt has only just begun—"
The beautiful, enormous Colorful Poison Butterfly let out a low, strange laugh.
The chaotic screams and sounds of escape all vanished, and the air fell deathly silent.
At some point, white spiderwebs had emerged from the cracks in the stone, spreading layer by layer to cling to every inch of the rock walls.
The entire underground laboratory was shrouded in white webs, forming a sealed cage. All living creatures within became weak prey, struggling desperately on the strands.
Thick, long strands of silk, like rebar, crisscrossed the air like countless sharp blades, piercing through the chests of their prey.
The flesh and blood of the prey withered in an instant, turning them into empty husks of skin.
The snow-white spider silk was slowly stained crimson. Sated with nourishing fluids, it appeared even more supple and sharp.
A strand of silk shot toward Samuel Taylor.
He drew a long saber from the waist of a nearby guard to meet the attack.
