An interesting tactic, powerless like facing a natural enemy.
Of course, it wasn’t Fu Qian who acted, though he didn’t lend a hand to help either.
The sudden change occurred in less than a breath’s ti, while Fu Qian rely sat there throughout, quietly observing the transformation.
He didn’t even move from his turning posture, and now Catherine’s entire body felt like it was tightly bound by invisible threads.
Her body surface even seed to emit a strange sheen.
As if in the next mont a greedy devourer would crawl out and swallow her whole, just like what she previously did.
It seed there really was one.
Fu Qian still remained silent, turning his gaze away to a shadow in a corner.
At first glance, it seed empty, but from a Hunter’s perspective, Fu Qian reckoned that it was a great spot for an ambush.
Ssss!
Even though it wasn’t an obvious move, it nonetheless elicited a response.
At that mont, sothing seed to unfold within the darkness.
Is this... a web?
Catherine had long lost the ability to move, and naturally, Fu Qian knew that this erging attack was aid at him.
Though he still didn’t react to it, rely watching the unfolding event in front of him.
Unlike the previous assault, this ti a visible clump was hurled outward.
Yet that gray-white mass looked almost weightless and rapidly spread out upon appearing, indiscriminately covering all the area before them.
It indeed looked like a web, even invoking thoughts of so animal called a spider with its hexagonal configuration and radial main threads.
Even though it seed to exist in another dinsion and didn’t actually attach to any surface, Fu Qian sohow felt a certain stickiness, a slight hindrance to his movents.
As for Catherine, she was far worse off; with her already rigid body under its cover, it seed to lose its heft and began moving to so peculiar rhythm.
"I know it’s easier to eat this way, but she might feel a bit shy."
In this mont, casually pointing at Catherine, Fu Qian finally spoke, breaking the silence.
...
A web, predation, certain things were so reminiscent, making one easily think of old acquaintances.
Spider Queen Akasha, in a segnt of nonexistent history, even gifted him a token.
And as everyone knew, waiter Catherine’s most iconic identity was as Akasha’s Blood Slave, raised to be drained of blood.
"You seem a bit shy too, don’t worry, I prefer the food from this store over the service staff."
After a brief wait without any response, Fu Qian added, emphasizing there was no risk of food theft.
Moreover, claiming shyness was reasonable, as he rembered Akasha was never this low-key.
Back then, she not only gave a token but even made quite a scene during their first et, leaving him covered in white murk.
Yet now facing the invitation, she resorted to playing hide and seek.
Indeed, this was an invitation.
After many days apart, inviting an old friend for a al seed perfectly normal, right?
Considering Catherine’s previous state, with just a bit of rationality, one wouldn’t expect her to divulge much valuable information.
For Fu Qian, letting the Lord go and bringing her here, the contents of the earlier exchange were always secondary.
Catherine was a Blood Slave of the Spider Queen; that was always the key point.
The task already confird that Akasha potentially senses disturbances from these free-range sustenances.
Back then, she joined hands with him because Catherine lost control and swiftly approached, coinciding with his confrontation with Ballard.
Regarding the reborn Catherine, though unsure if the sensing still worked, trying it with such a tasty bait seed worthwhile.
Akasha was indeed a sowhat special character on the Unseen Hillock.
Though she defined herself clearly as a wicked, bloodthirsty super-criminal.
Yet her ties with Ballard or the Prophet seed tight enough to be mustered for missions.
If one sought to connect with the Justice Camp or even validate the Prophet’s condition, going through her appeared a feasible option.
Fueled by such thoughts, subsequent actions followed.
And the scenario seed smooth, indeed the old friend accepted the summons, albeit overly cautious.
Clang...
Actually, there wasn’t a sound at that mont, but the "web" shaking invited imagined sound effects.
At a glance, it seed a figure moved through the disturbance, passing through it only to hide in another shadow.
The sticky sensation grew stronger.
Fu Qian looked down at his hand, already showing the sa unusual sheen as Catherine.
"Having soone watch while eating, it’s a bit embarrassing?"
Almost an obvious aggressive gesture, yet he still didn’t mind, seemingly comprehending sothing.
"Indeed, I’ve heard of such matters, let step out first, feel free."
Not re words, next mont Fu Qian rose and directly made to leave.
Click!
Though he halted after only a step, yet saw the path ahead waver with erging spikes, blocking his way.
"These spikes feel a bit cool."
Naturally avoid pricking, that mont Fu Qian muttered staring at the sinister objects beneath.
"Neither of you may go... both of you."
The phrase seed to activate a switch, next a cold voice spoke.
...
Compared to Akasha, indeed lacked too much enthusiasm.
That mont Fu Qian turned back, looking at where he had just been seated.
Catherine still stood rigid aside, but on the once empty chair beside her, there was now a "person."
By Fu Qian’s standards, he deed it fit to classify such.
Far less voluptuous than Akasha’s fra, rather sowhat frail in comparison.
Below her sky-blue long hair, was a face with scant human qualities.
Admittedly not hard on the eyes, yet revealing more than a single fang below her lip, instantly recalled a temperantal Justice Camp mber — seed called Crystal?
Fu Qian reminisced a presence once freezing him solid, using cross-species aesthetics, swiftly linked the visage to an Ice Wolf shrouded by white mist.
Indeed, where Akasha appeared bashful about showing up.
"Welco, welco."
Though masked, in that mont Fu Qian managed a reunion smile, actively responding to the Crystal Demigod’s summons by sitting back down.
Wrong person? Oh, absolutely right.
Akasha was just a bit of both good and evil, the present figure was downright righteously twisted.
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