The battlefield was a nightmarish spectacle of chaos and fury.
The Titan Taratects and the Great Nethrite Serpents clashed, two apex predators of the underground, locked in a merciless battle for dominance. The air trembled with their screeches and hisses, reverberating through the cavern like a death knell.
The Titans were colossal, their thick exoskeletons like natural armor, their massive legs crushing the rocky ground beneath them with every movement. The Great Serpents, however, were faster, sleeker, and terrifyingly intelligent, using their coiled bodies and whip-like tails to strike from unexpected angles.
At first, they tested each other.
One Titan lunged, its razor-sharp mandibles snapping at a Serpent, but the beast twisted its sinuous body at the last second, dodging the attack before coiling around the Titan's leg, crushing it in a suffocating grip. The Titan shrieked, struggling, but before it could counter, another Serpent surged forward, its fangs sinking into the Titan's exposed underbelly.
Another Titan learned from the mistake. Instead of attacking head-on, it leapt upward, using its immense weight to crash down like a living boulder, shaking the entire cavern and forcing two Serpents to retreat.
The battle erupted into full-blown carnage.
A Serpent lunged for a Titan's vulnerable joints, only for the massive arachnid to rear back and deliver a devastating kick, flipping the Serpent over mid-air. The impact sent the snake-like beast crashing into a jagged stalagmite. But before the Titan could press its advantage, another Serpent struck from the shadows, its fangs piercing the Titan's back.
The Titan shrieked in pain, its limbs buckling. But it wasn't done yet. With a furious burst of silk, it wrapped the attacking Serpent in thick, unbreakable threads before slamming it full force into the cave wall.
A deafening crunch followed.
For a moment, it seemed like a victory—until another Serpent whipped its tail, shattering the silk instantly and pulling its struggling kin free.
Blood painted the cavern floor. The Titans fought like ancient war machines, their brute force ripping into the Serpents. The Serpents, however, adapted, wearing down the Titans with relentless speed and precision. No one had fallen yet, but all were bleeding.
It was not just a battle—it was a war for supremacy, a fight of dominance.
The other side? A desperate struggle for survival.
The 'Spider-Man' team had always fought using hit-and-run tactics, surprise ambushes—never a direct battle against multiple Great Serpents at once. Now, they had no choice.
Two Serpents slithered toward them, their forked tongues flicking out, tasting the air. Their cold, piercing eyes locked onto Shwet, the Assassin, and the Weaver. They knew victory was already theirs.
Then, they attacked.
The first Serpent lunged, its powerful body blurring forward in a burst of motion. Shwet barely managed to react.
[Dash!]
His body moved on instinct, twisting to the side as the impact shattered the ground where he had stood. The Assassin blurred out of sight, vanishing with its incredible speed. The Weaver launched itself upward, using its silk to pull itself toward the ceiling.
A fatal mistake.
The second Serpent was waiting.
As the Weaver swung through the air, it found itself soaring straight into the open maw of the Great Serpent.
"CRUNCH!"
The sound was sickening.
Shwet froze, his heart pounding as black blood rained from above, splattering onto his face. The Weaver had been devoured in a single bite.
The Serpent tilted its head slightly, still chewing, its tongue flicking out as if savoring the taste. Its cold reptilian eyes then snapped to Shwet, its lips curling in what could only be described as a mocking grin.
Rage boiled in Shwet's chest. But before he could react, the Assassin darted forward, its blade-like legs slashing toward the Serpent's throat.
Too slow.
The first Serpent lunged, forcing the Assassin to retreat before it could land the blow.
And just like that—it was a two-on-two.
But even an idiot could tell: this battle was already lost.
The Serpents weren't just strong. They were playing with them.
Then the real slaughter began.
A relentless chain of attacks followed.
Shwet dodged one lightning-fast strike, only to find the other Serpent's tail snapping toward him. He twisted mid-air, avoiding the hit—but then came the next attack. And the next.
They were being toyed with.
For every step they took, the Serpents forced them back three. Every escape was met with a new threat. There was no room to counter, no opening to strike back. They were outmatched in every way—speed, power, intelligence.
[Stamina low!]
Shwet gritted his teeth. "Damn it!"
His body was reaching its limit. Every movement felt heavier, slower. His vision blurred for a split second. He needed stamina.
Jumping back against the cave wall, he yanked open his inventory and grabbed a potion without looking—his focus locked on the Serpents.
The threat of serpent had his attention, he didn't notice what has appeared in his hand.
It was not the usual blue of the Recovery Potion, rather a vial of crystal white liquid had appeared.
The Fairy Lotus Serum.
He gulped it down.
'Thud'
A loud, thunderous pulse echoed in his chest. His entire body locked up.
He felt his heart stop as he collapsed to the ground.