The webs of the Soul devouring Spider were layered with a hint of crystal glow, the gray nets blended with the rocks in the dimness, and the brilliance created by the thick layers of webs formed a scene of a starry night sky.
These webs could count as a kind of material, stacking them results in something light yet sturdy in parts, but the spectacle brought not a feeling of admiration for beauty, but rather triggered a blood-deep, instinctual revulsion.
Because right next to the webs were dried, hardened spider heads, aligned and cut neatly, hung across all the webs like trophies on display, the dense crystalline eyes of the spider heads were enough to make all bodily senses surge.
Li Ang caught the unstable Andasu, steadying her against the wall, while Zoe and Dorothy, expressionless, braced themselves for battle, having stopped all thinking.
