There's an old saying—"Enough ants can bring down an elephant." But this was far worse. These weren't ants.
They were giant spiders, each one larger than a man.
No matter how strong Hutson's magical shields were, no matter how deep his reserves of mana ran—if he let them swarm him, he was dead.
The chittering, skittering sound of countless legs scuttling across the ground sent a shiver up his spine. He pushed his speed to the limit.
The world blurred around him as his feet struck the earth with practiced precision. Every step was calculated. Every movement deliberate.
With AI chip's detection magic guiding him, he ensured he wouldn't misstep—one slip, one stumble, and it would all be over.
Yet, no matter how fast he ran, the spiders were faster.
They surged behind him in a black tide, their numbers stretching as far as the eye could see. They weren't just chasing him; they were encircling him.
It was coordinated. Deliberate.
"They're being commanded."
