Hiss, hiss, hiss——
Unnoticed, invisible spider silk had already entangled Sonia and Diya. The spider silk on their bodies was dull and sticky, like the tongues of quagmires or the barbs of demons, piling thicker and thicker in seconds, imprisoning them in a decaying cage.
"Ah! So filthy!" Diya, frightened, jumped up, her hands desperately trying to tear the spider web off, but the silk seemed both illusory and substantial; instead of removing it, her efforts only wove it tighter, leaving her already motley appearance utterly filthy. Moreover, because she squirmed about on the chair, one of the chair legs suddenly broke, and she crashed down to the ground.
"You—" Sonia's eyes flashed sharply as she drew her sword and charged at Denzel, but the next second it was as if she tripped over something, and she took a solid fall on the wooden floor, her sword flying out of her hand!
The power of Weaving, terrifying indeed!
