Arcane Journey

The laughter of the Balor Demon King was like an iron chain dragging on a stone slab, with the sharp edge of the friction between metal and rock. It was also like a whisper surging from the depths of hell, cold, arrogant, and terrifying.

The sound echoed endlessly in the city of the Underdark, like an invisible flame, burning a distorted heat wave in the air, and even the light was burned and trembled.

However, in the face of this blatant ridicule and provocation, the incarnation of the Spider Queen Rose - Mistress Elisabetta - was as quiet and motionless as the core of the abyss under the night sky.

She was suspended in the void, wearing an obsidian robe with spider web patterns. Every thread seemed to be engraved with the trajectory of fate, and countless souls could be vaguely seen struggling and floating in it.

Her eyes were as deep as the black hole at the end of the universe, with golden light slowly rotating in them, like two suns that never go out, reflecting the majesty and indifference of the divinity.

She did not say a word in response to the provocation of the Balor Fire Demon King, and even her eyes did not fluctuate at all, as if the demon lord's wild laughter was just a speck of dust drifting in the wind, insignificant.

I saw her slender fingers gently raised, her movements graceful and calm, like a pianist plucking the strings of fate.

As his fingertips trembled, the space began to shake, and spider-like strands of divine power emerged from the void, crystal clear, yet containing the power to devour everything.

Those spider threads intertwined with each other, gradually weaving into an enormous web of fate, slowly gathering towards the center. The entire Underdark began to hold its breath for this battle of gods.

"Do you think your flame can burn away my darkness?"

Rose finally spoke, her voice low and distant, like the vibration of an ancient harp string being scratched by fingertips, with a hint of sarcasm and coldness, like the whisper of the night wind passing through the ruins.

This sound is not resounding throughout the world, but it is directly imprinted in the depths of the soul, making people tremble involuntarily.

Brian, who was standing nearby, felt a heart-pounding power in the whispers.

Although he was just a bystander, he felt like he was caught in the center of a storm. Even a tiny bit of the aftermath was enough to suffocate him.

His body instinctively tensed up, his breathing almost stopped, and his heartbeat was like a drum.

As a "spectator", he could only suppress the fluctuation of his own projection to the minimum at this moment, like an ant curled up in a crevice of a rock, for fear of causing any ripples.

Because he knew very well that once the Spider Queen's cold eyes swept over him, even if it was just a glance, his fragile mortal body would probably turn into nothingness in an instant.

In this case, it would be difficult for him to watch the live broadcast of the Demon Lord's incarnation and the Spider Queen Rose's arrival.

Sure enough, events developed just as Brian expected.

Rose really seemed not to notice his presence, or perhaps, after experiencing that tragic backlash, she was so exhausted that even maintaining her divine presence seemed a little difficult.

Her breath was no longer as majestic and vast as it was at the beginning, but instead revealed a hint of fatigue and sluggishness, as if every movement came at a great price.

But even so, her gaze remained stern and unwavering.

Her attention was firmly fixed on the Balor Firelord, the look of a hunter looking at his prey, calm, precise, and deadly.

She slowly stretched out her slender finger that contained irresistible power, and flicked her fingertips lightly in the air. A transparent spider silk flashing with cold light shot out instantly.

The spider silk was like an arrow of death, drawing an elegant and deadly arc in the air, light but impenetrable, as if it was a chain woven by fate itself, pointing directly to the heart of the Balor Demon King.

The moment the spider silk touched the demon lord, a strange shock wave erupted in the air, and flames and ice collided, making a sharp hissing sound.

The huge body of the Balor Fire Demon King shook violently, and the huge body burning with raging anger was instantly entangled by layers of spider webs, which tightened like a snake, firmly blocking the scorching flames on the periphery.

The flames could no longer get any closer to her and could only burn fiercely outside the spider web, licking the invisible barrier in vain.

As the spider silk continued to tighten, a suffocating feeling of oppression spread, and the entire space seemed to shrink and collapse.

The Balor Flame Demon King struggled violently, his scales and muscles bulged and cracked in the restraints, but the more he struggled, the thin but tough spider webs became like a cage woven by the will of the abyss, tightening deeper and deeper until he could hardly breathe. Facing all this, he roared angrily, his voice tearing the air and shaking the surrounding rock walls to drop debris.

The roar was filled with unwillingness and despair, as if a trapped beast was using its last bit of strength to resist the shackles of fate.

However, the roar was soon swallowed up in the darkness, turning into whispers of despair and anger, echoing in the empty space, like wails coming from the depths of the abyss.

"You'll never win, Rose!"

Its voice was almost hoarse. "One day, the will of the Abyss will expel you completely! Without the protection of the Abyss, you will be like a stray dog, hunted endlessly by the elven gods!"

However, Rose just looked at it quietly, with no pity or complacency in her eyes, only bottomless calmness and determination.

Her figure was looming in the faint light reflected by the spider silk, as if she did not belong to this world, neither to the light nor to the darkness, but a hunter wandering among them, a weaver of the spider web.

"You are right." Rose whispered back, her voice soft but sharp as a knife, "But I no longer need shelter."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spider silk suddenly tightened and all the struggles came to an abrupt end.

In the darkness, only a wisp of flame remained, dancing lonely in the spider web, like an unfinished nightmare, slowly falling silent.

"Victory?" Rose approached slowly, each step carrying with it the uneasiness between deep despair and heavy silence, making the thick shadows around her even denser, surging towards the Lord of the Balor Fire Demons like a tide, draining away his power bit by bit.

“I never took it for granted.”

Her voice was low and firm, like the deepest echo in the darkness of the night, penetrating the boundaries of time and space and reaching the deepest part of the soul.

As soon as he finished speaking, the incarnation of the Balor Flame Demon King began to shrink rapidly.

The figure that was originally as tall as a mountain and surrounded by flames was now as if grasped by an invisible giant hand, and was gradually swallowed and bound by the dense spider silk and webs that were wrapped around its body.

The flames were dimmed by the spider webs, and the roars gradually became lower, like a beast trapped in the abyss, struggling in vain.

Those seemingly thin spider silks contain the power of the gods. Every time they are wrapped around, the power of the Fire Demon King is weakened a little.

Its body twisted and deformed under constant compression, like a fire crystal that had been melted to the limit, and finally condensed into a ball of bright red light no bigger than a thumb.

The tiny flame flickered in the center of the spider web, as if it would be completely extinguished by the wind. The majesty and arrogance of the past were now completely obliterated by this incredible seal.

The air was filled with the smell of burning, which was intertwined with the cold chill emitted by the spider webs, making people shudder.

There was silence all around, with only the faint flickering flame still taking its last breath, as if telling the unwillingness and sorrow of a demon lord.

Rose, the Spider Queen, floats in mid-air, suspended in the void, with a lazy posture yet an inviolable dignity. Her sexy body is curvy and her full breasts rise and fall slightly with her breathing, like a dormant volcano, harbouring a fiery power.

The silver hair poured down like the Milky Way, falling from the shoulders like a waterfall, dancing gently in the invisible air flow, and every strand of hair seemed to contain bewitching magic.

Her face was delicate and cold, with an aura of weirdness and nobility intertwined between her eyebrows and eyes. Her pupils were like cold stars twinkling in the depths of the abyss, which were both tempting to approach and chilling.

The air seemed to become heavy because of her presence, and a mysterious and ancient atmosphere filled the air. It was the oppressive and charming power unique to Spider Queen Rose, which made people feel awe-inspiring and irresistible.

At this moment, her eyes fell on the palm of her hand.

The deep red crystal stone transformed from the incarnation of the Balor Flame Demon King was beating slightly, like a still beating heart, emitting a faint blood light, reflecting the complexity between her brows.

The Spider Queen suddenly sighed softly, her voice was low and distant, as if it came from the depths of ancient times:
"How long do you want to see?" (End of this chapter)